I came out of the womb imperfect,

But I always tried to try,

It may not always work out right,

So I’ll try to do better next time.

Maybe one day you will see,

What I’ve seen all along,

That I am the one who is wrong,

And I’m the one at fault.

Don’t you dare tell me

God makes no mistakes,

Until you’ve been in this same space,

And all you can feel is the searing pain.

I’m sorry for it all,

That I made no one proud,

That I brought everyone down.

I don’t deserve the dream.

This year may be no different

From the 33 before it,

All of which were shit,

But I can dream and wish.

There does not seem to be much I can do

To turn this around

Now that my mind’s been deemed unsound.

At least I can’t fall off the ground.