Pseudopsychosis.

I made a mistake so far in the past,
And the guilt, oh how it lasts and it lasts!

The pain, the punishment, and the tears,
Standing in front of me all these years.

I’m like a thread, frayed at the end.
Broken, because I lost a trusted friend.

My stupid mouth betrayed my private thoughts.
Now my stomach’s twisted up in a thousand knots.

These regrets, they grow, day by day,
As I manage to keep my tears at bay.

My spirits are down, rock bottom I guess,
My confidence wavers, I wish to confess.

I made a mistake so far in the past,
And the guilt, oh how it lasts and it lasts!

Forgiveness isn’t free, at least not for me,
This feeling is the worst, that I guarantee.

What it takes to say sorry, definitely I lack.
This guilt and regret is such a strain on my back.

To the one I hurt,
To the one I see,
To the one who supports me
Unconditionally.

My apologies are due, it’s late, I admit.
I know my behavior was wrong and very unfit.

Forgiveness isn’t free, at least not for me,
This feeling is the worst, that I guarantee.

But forgive I must,
Even if it is to myself.

That I show a little kindness.
For what is now behind us.
It did divide us,
Blind us,
And shrivel up inside us.

My sincerest apologies.

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This is for my mother, my father, and my uncle. I’m sorry.

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