Regret
Yes.
I regret I a lot of things I did.
One time, when I was little,
I stole a chocolate egg from a store.
Though my mom caught me and grounded me,
I still feel terrible.
My mom always is thankful that I did not grow up like others kids.
Smoking crack, getting pregnant at 14, stay up at night,
Stuff like that.
But I feel like I could do more.
I could've joined a cheer team.
I could've joined a volleyball team.
I could've I could've, I could have.
But I guess it wasnt mean't to be.
Because,
I am me.
And, I kinda like me.
A little.
This poem is about:
Me
My family