The Trouble

I have made trouble my whole life and the older I get the more dangerous, and stupid they get.

Every breathe
Every blink
I'll always think
For the trouble I give
Will never stop

I'll never rejoice
I'll never go back
I try to go forward
And keep on track

The trouble I make
Just gets worse
It starts simple
Because I'm blessed with a curse

I won't promise much
It will be unfair
For I'll always be trouble
And live in despair

Author's Note

This poem goes a lot deeper then people think.

Reviews

[The Watcher]

This is an interesting and slightly sad poem. Well written as well. Kudos to you.

100/100