I never asked for this sensation,

but it dwells in me nonetheless.

It is not my choice, but my observation,

that I possess this thing I thought could bless.

Every moment it changes within me,

it makes me sorrowful, a pitiful sack of bile,

but other times it invigorates my senses and lets me see

a glimpse of what I should have been doing all the while.

I have made mistakes and will surely make more,

but I know I have to live with my misjudgment,

even when it only makes my path a greater chore.

Still, I must live longer and possibly reconcile myself with all who I caused lament.