Let's talk about mistakes you make,
Mistakes that fill you up with hate.
Okay, you're not suppose to have regrets,
But I am not one who easily forgets.
My mind is too fragile,
To be able to reconcile.
I get caught up way to easy,
Sometimes it makes me feel queasy.
I start to feel sick when I look back,
On how I decided to act.
If I let myself, I could find regret,
In everything I do, then begin to fret.
But I force myself to stop,
And remind myself I can drop.
Drop it, stop it, let it go.
Fuck it, screw it, how was I to know.
I tell myself to relax,
I start to look beyond the cracks.
Where it starts to all makes sense,
I realise I don't have to be on the defence.
So I start to breathe and slow down,
Find my seat on the ground.
I think back to what mistakes I've made,
But rather then force the memory to fade.
I go into every detail on what I did,
Get that can of worms and open the lid.
I relay what choices I made,
And rewrite the story so the regret starts to fade.
Then I see myself act the way I wanted to,
Which changes the way I see what I knew.
I give myself to opportunity to learn,
And hopefully be able to discern.
Next time I'll know what's right,
Even if I don't I'll still sleep through the night.
Because my mistakes will become lessons,
Which in turn make them blessings.
Blessed I will be,
To live forever free.