I was misled
I am sorry
For what I said
I will be charyI shouldn't have judged too soon
Should've known you meant no harm
I have the patience of a teaspoon
Though from the shadows, you still held my armYou kept your word
In a different way
I shouldn't have heard
The voices saying you did betrayI was misled
It was my fault
Blamed you as I bled
Cursed you without haltYou were always there
It's me who was blind
You still wiped my tear
All my shrieks you didn't mindYou still stayed
After hearing my curses
I was a renegade
You were the one broken people who nursesI was misled
But can't say I am guilt-free
My feelings are dead
Your hand I couldn't seeThat intended
To pull me out
After the mayhem ended
I was lost in doubtBut you stayed through that too
Do I even deserve to be forgiven?
So limited and short was my view
With revenge and madness, I was drivenI was misled
Swear I didn't mean it
Am drowning in dread
Guilt choking me every bit~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hey, there depressed souls! Yeah, I am not dead yet. As I have told you all earlier, my board exams were going on, and correction, are still going on. I literally have two poems ready to go but I am just so caught up with these exams (🤮) that I didn't have time or to be more accurate, I didn't remember publishing those poems and whenever I did, I was buried six feet under books.
So, yeah...It's been kind of a horrible few weeks but only two more exams to go!? (SST being one of them 🥲 and the other being Maths 😭)
Once I am free of these exams, I MIGHT increase the frequency of these poems. MIGHT do MIGHT NOT. I am not committing anything right now. So, fingers crossed but no promises!
Anyways, Vote, Comment and Share this poem if you liked it because I AM UPDATING THIS WHEN I AM SUPPOSED TO BE STUDYING SST and preparing for the exams in general...Sometimes I really wonder where it all went wrong...
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