Once upon a time

I did something bad.

I created a problem,

And it made people sad.

The problem was me,

And I'm always mad

Because of what I did.

I'll never not be sad.


How could I have done that?

What made me do?

I suppose it was bad judgement,

For most teenagers, this is true.

I live with a haunting past,

Everyday I ask, "Who?"

But it was me, and this answer I know.

For it was me, always me, and never you.

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