Turn Back Time Poem by Dan Lundahl

I've commit sins and crimes to the end of the road,
What comes to guilt, I carry an enormous load,
I am very warmhearted, and I am always acting sweet,
But that once in a while, I rudely raise from my seat.

I flame, I wrath, I rage and I hurt,
In the end, it's not my blood on my shirt,
I get triggered by a victim, and I lose control,
And I behave, as if I have no soul.

Do mind that this does not happen often, I'm always kind,
I believe in hope, in trust, and in love so blind,
I'm nothing, but more harmless than a fly,
However, that this is a flaw of mine, I won't deny.

Whenever it happens, my heart yelps and cries,
Whenever it happens, a small part of me dies,
But when it happens, am I the victim too?
And when it happens, do I deserve soothe and renew?

I'm not trying to make an angel of myself, I simply want compromise,
I'm sorry, I really am, and I promise that this is not all lies,
I acted wrong, I commit a mistake,
That is something I cannot fake.

I'm sorry for dragging you down along,
It was not only stupid, but sincerely wrong,
Whenever you want soothe, or a big warm hug,
Ask me, and I'll make you snug.