Paid Mistake Poem by Lamina Ifeoluwa

My arms hurt to write
Neither does my palms feel right
Drifting and conflicted
Now I am someplace afflicted

Now I feel dejected and grotesque
And my face gleams and looks picturesque
In spite the days of my youth
I couldn't help but glance at the truth

Driven by pure altruism
But frequent sways wiled me into cynicism
Now my entire framework feels abstruse
And my actions are rather obtuse

Sombre and dull my glares filled with blur
Revoking my state of mind not sure
Lost my thoughts in just a voice
I could have ignored with a choice

Stay true to thy self in pure essence
And listen to the shrills of your conscience
I did otherwise and now I regret
Not just my actions but my neglect