TryingA Poem by Jacob NimbleIt’s not like it matters what I say or what I do It’s not for the love of god or even the love of you it’s because inside my head it’s all that I won’t rue any more than I regret anything it’s true being imperfect I cannot make a perfect choice I will always regret the imperfections in my actions because by regretting them, I force myself to view them and in viewing, and reviewing, them I find a course of action that while still imperfect might be better for next time problems come from my not knowing what the problem is because then I have to guess and second guess and while my guesses are usually good my second guessing always bites and, to make it clear I always act how I think I should except when I can’t handle being good, or nice, or kind anymore those seem to be more of an act than my absolute rage because I can’t fake anger not really not so I can feel it in my skin that tingling is only skin deep but clearly true I can fake happiness I learned that quick while a sigh at times makes you human nobody wants to be around someone who’s always complaining whining bitching moaning about just how horrible everything is or someone who’s just being plain nasty common saying says you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar you catch more friends with smiles than with tears though, ultimately tears are the real test.© 2016 Jacob Nimble |
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Added on July 25, 2016 Last Updated on July 25, 2016 AuthorJacob NimbleORAboutSend me a message about what kind of poem you'd like to see next. Use as many or as few words as you like. I'll do what I can. more..Writing
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