I find it hard to face the fact
That imperfection know my name;
Each time I stumble, I react
By blanketing myself with blame.

I look to softly slink away
To hide myself from everyone.
The trouble is that then I’m prey
To endless thoughts of what I’ve done.

And so I try to find release
In some distraction big or small,
And yet my sense of guilt won’t cease
To bang its head against the wall.

I find it difficult to live
With someone who I can’t forgive.

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