Poems, Personals, and Commentary

Mistakes Were Made

Mistakes were made,
It wasn’t my fault.
The only problem
Is that I got caught.

I never lie,
I don’t prevaricate,
Well, sometimes a little —
I might fabricate.

Shame, embarrassment,
Cover-up, hide.
It’s only human
To feel guilt inside.

To let it go,
Confess the deed.
Must own your problem,
And then you’re freed.

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