I make mistakes

I laugh
when somebody blunders
I often wonder why

I cry
when another is hurting
I never ask, just cry

I speak
when I should be silent
A lesson I’m not sure I’ll ever learn

I run
when the pain gets too much
A burden I prefer to burn alone

I bite
when I believe I’m right
I scream
when I’m losing a fight
I say
whatthefuckever is on my mind
I do apologise
when the time is right

I push
when perhaps I shouldn’t
I pull
the past into present
I use
my memories as a bank
I abuse
my body when I should thank

I toy
with my own emotions
I bask
in mythical reflections
I annoy
when I’m left unanswered
I ask
too many questions

I play
games that I need saving from
I dream
larger than the world around me
I love
harder than I’m comfortable with
I believe
in too many words I read

I fight
for the right to be heard
I hate
when I am misinterpreted
I judge
myself more than any other
I doubt
who I am and hide undercover

I am
who I am
that’s all I can be
I am
each of my mistakes
I own them, they’re me