can one tiny mistake
define me,
can it make me a hypocrite for life.
can it change how the
world sees me,
or who i am inside.
i made a mistake
and said something that
shouldn't have been said,
and now i feel imense guilt
in my stomach,
and now i feel like im not who i once was
i feel dead.
i guess these are the mistakes we learn from
and in time they wounds left heal
but it will never change the
guilt that i feel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The person who can't make a mistake can't do anything because a mistake is the easiest thing to make. Esra Sloblock