Mistakes cannot be rectified, nor forgotten. They must be gently forgiven. So please, forgive my heart It's not that the problem lies anywhere in there. Honestly, uncalculated, unrehearsed, Yet talking about the right things Rather than having the right feelings, The emotional conflict continues to injure; there's a loss for words. Angered by confusion, irritated and afraid. Too agitated to move calmly toward goals that are set, Engulfed by a storm that threatens. Hasty, distracted, lack of concentration...fear. There's an array of possible projections, but a persistent trend One more is too many; one more becomes not enough. Yet I am responsible for what I bring into my life And the consequences are very real. Still, other people's smiles, more than anything Only make more anger - more frustration. I'm debilitated by negative interpretation.