My Faults Will Stay- No Matter How Much I Wish Them Away.

My head is swimming

in a sea of questions

created by my

salty tears.

The anguish

builds up,

fueled by regrets

and my greatest fears.

Sometimes as empty

as a book with no pages

Somestimes as full as poetry,

in my hyper stages.

Sometimes happy,

sometimes sad.

I’m normaly angry with myself

when I’m mad.

I step one foot wrong,

and forget about it.

But every time I trip up

I feel that pain again.

I’m stuck in a world

where most are selfish.

Even worse,

I can’t call myself selfless.

The world doesn’t care

about being fair.

It’s all like the lair

of a bear

who scratches all who is there,

and scrapes our mind

as well as our bodies.

I try to escape,

make myself better.

But every time I’m drowning

things just get wetter.

I try to learn

from my mistakes,

but I don’t seem to

have the courage

that it takes.