My Path

By , London, United Kingdom
anger and mistakes
i cannot stop myself,
from wondering why,
why those are my chosen paths.

Anger is the answer,
mistakes are the way.
I stagger and stumble,
fall,
and rise again,
time after time.

Each stumble
I am new,
different,
like the new waves,
that hit the beach,
different each time.

my insides blacken
harden
each time
because softening is pain,
it only hurts me.

I don't want to harden
but it is only natural,
only worsened by the anger.

Confusion, anger.
harder each day
to rise and smile
at myself.

Anger is the answer,
mistakes are the way.





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