Warm, friendly smile
Inviting.. inticing...
Mouth opens
To say something
Awe-inspiring
Instead
Something
Malicious and awful
Jumps out
And I reach to
Take it back in
But it is too late -
The damage is done.
Can't take back
What was said
Can't redo the past
Can't undo any mistakes
Can't erase my mistakes.

As I reminence
About the past
Or even about
A few days ago -
Realize
Much to my dismay
That I've made
Too many mistakes.
No -
They aren't the mistakes
That others make
Like using drugs
Or withdrawing from school.
They are more
Along the lines
Of unwillingly
Hurting those that I love.
I honestly don't intend to -
But isn't that what they all say.
I acknowledge this error
Within myself
And I vow to do better next time
And go above and beyond
Should the opportunity arise.
Somehow
Regardless of past promises
Of change -
There is always a hint
Of bitterness
Oozing from my tongue -
Always a tinge of anger
Which I cannot disguise
I've analyzed
And thought my actions
Through and through
And although I know
Perhaps why I am so angry -
I still don't understand
How it gets displaced onto you.





For those that I love. I'm continually sorry when I am short, grumpy, or mean. I wish I could erase all of those times and replace them with something extraordinary.