Daggers

Mistakes I've made fall like daggers
Piercing the skin of one who loves
Scratching and scraping until I'm raw
Just another thing I have to rise above

Can't I curl up into a little ball
And just wish the pain away?
Why does it have to be me...the big mistake
That I live with every day

If I ever want to see failure
I could just look into the mirror
But maybe I would see nothing at all
Except the errors of my ways so clear

Someday I'll fend off those daggers
And be at peace with me
Someday I will do something right
As soon as I change this person I see

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-10-04

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