Not My Forte Poem by Saint Cynosure

My future seems is broken,
shattered right in half.
Little fractures everywhere,
because my checkered past.
Everyone with fingers,
seems to point to me.
And all their lies just linger,
but why wouldn't you believe.
Ive brought this pain upon myself,
I am to blame and no one else.
All this dirt upon my shoes,
from a nasty past that I cant lose.
I can beg and plead for chance,
but with devil I chose to dance.
I should live in love they say,
but seems thats just not my forte.