I’ve made a few mistakes of my own.

Maybe it was because I was young & alone.

Maybe it was because I was tired of being unknown.

Maybe for once I wanted to be in the “in-zone”.

I gave them more than I’ve shown.

But all I was doing was digging my own gravestone.

I was proving that I didn’t have a backbone.

But I’m older now, more grown.

The stitches have faded but the scares are there were they were sewn.

I’m slowly healing, in my own time, on my own.