Beyond Poetry..

Lost Thoughts

Yes, yes I may be sad
Maybe mad, but I don't show it
How would I?
Would I be able to tell you,
Or say sorry for my mistakes?
How, how would I apologize for a mistake I can't control?
Sure, call it an excuse but it could be a disease I can't get rid of
It follows me like a dog,
Telling me I cannot do it
But in the end, I am free
Able to be safe knowing he cares.