Written 2024/2/11
Sometimes, I feel like a mistake
My mind maligned, mulling over memories
What I did, what I said, what I didn't
All, I dread
Dream, I don't dare. The doors drawn,
Yawning, yielding, yearning
I keep them shut
When opened, they outpour offense
What I could be, what I couldn't
What I won't, what I will
So, I don't.