Petals In The Grass

Sculpted

My indiscretions
My inadequacies
Time had its hand
In shaping me
Molding my despair
Breed for pain
Departed feelings
Are here to haunt me
It's such a disgrace
The tragedy of loss
Time had it's hand
In forming my self-esteem
Sculpting my misery
What am I to do?
Sedate me now
Make me forget
I've crossed paths with evil
They had their hand
In making me what I am