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Its Called Regret
Contributed by
vr2776
on
Tuesday, 20th September 2011 @ 06:31:05 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I'm at that place again
Where I'm over analytical, critical
and feeling undefined
I seem to get to this place when I
realize where I am
at this moment is not
where I intended to be
yet I'm reminded that its only
because of the choices I have
made that I am in this place
Where I feel I cannot breathe
I ask myself is this it
is this all that there is
Is this the best it’s going to get
As I contemplate I try to
find one to blame
yet only one to blame
is myself
I had the same opportunities
as those who made it
I could have been more than
I am today
Yet I took the road chosen by many
and became a statistic
Just like society would say
I have beaten some odds
because some cared enough
to place restrictions that saved me
saved me from my own desires
Had I not had those restrictions
then truthfully I would
have self-destructed
I can sit here all day and
cry, fight or blame
the way the world is for
what I have become
But there isn’t anyone to blame
as I learn that this a product
of all I have done ...
Copyright ©
vr2776
... [
2011-09-20 06:31:05] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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