I Tasted Bitterness Poem by Didith Marcelo

Mistakes can not be
Returned to correct the wrong.
Hours passed, and good memories fade.
Repent is always late.
I was wondering,
It sometimes amuses me.
Circumstances seem inconceivable,
Once and for all unfavorable.

But I'm learning. Wholly.
Things that I enjoyed so.
During that time,
I feel grief,
Hated by all,
I received a scathing speech.
The face looks sweet is broken.
I tasted the bitterness of their hatred.
But now extinct,
Or just I'm not quite sure
If their anger is being done.

If you will ask me,
'what fun?
To those all
Bitter words and shame
That takes place in you,
When you made a mistake.'

The only one I can say...
The name.
Learning.