This has all shamed me to my core. I control my own destiny. Just temporary loss of judgement. No thought of the potential yet prominent falling rocks, and bumps on this road. I control my weight. My life. Situations. Decisions though…I don’t always make the best. Do Not expect for me to ever look you in the face again. Things happen. I suppose. No, things just Happen. Chalk it up as a Notch. Random as I may be. This most certainly was NOT ME.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem