Mistake???

Sometimes I think I've lived too long.

I could badly sing countless songs

About how people--

People I loved and appreciated long ago--

Would have me believe that in the short time I've been alive,

I've made more mistakes than most people do in their lifetimes.

They tell me I'm awful

Satanic

Society-hating and stupidly-waiting

For good things to happen to me

When no such things could occur.

They say that

I've made "too many bad friends" and let too many good ones go

While saying that

I've learned too many things and that makes me a scapegoat, too.

True, the circumstances of my life give me some excuses

But I'm sick of being the one who supposedly loses

All my "good" influences

And having it blamed on me.

But, for the record,

I like the things I have.

I like the people I know--

The friends I've made who have helped me grow

Into a person I can love.

The mistakes I've made and the lifetimes I've lived

Make me better.

And I'm glad I didn't keep the aspects of myself

That you liked best.