The End Of Me... Poem by cortez mccall

I watch my self in the mirror and have so many questions and I feel as if I can't come up with a logical answer. So many thoughts race through my mind of missed
opportunities and what I should have done and how it might have made a difference. How I wonder if ill ever again have the chance to make all my wrong right.These words are like arrows they go right right through me reminding me of lost time I can never make up of a fate that I have chosen.
THIS THE END OF ME...