My Name Is Mistakes.

yes, I did overact
but the roots are all truths
and it does not matter if you do not believe me
what is right is right
and we all have our boomerangs to the middle until the end
I know what I lived and am living still
I will not paint someone gold who is only darkness
to help on times of need
but judge, criticize, take the other down
all on your back
you do not know until you live it
and I am tired of problems
the only thing I have been is troubles
all the way
I would give anything to stop this chaos I am surviving in
to reconnect and them relive
restart
breathe again
in another galaxy, another earth
I feel tire, smothered by stories of everyone and mistakes of mine
I wish I could leave it all behind
taking a hand baggage to somewhere all new
to inspire and let go
to stop to expire everytime I can not handle
I feel impotent
I just want to feel like myself
if I can not go back to childhood
please move this record on
the mirror of me
as broken as all the times before
shattered glasses glued until now
I want to exchange not only the surface
but the core
so heavy as it keeps
I want to disappear, to runaway
I brought this to myself in a way or other
I am done, all though not able to renew now
I love myself too much to give up it all even though this would feel better.

birds singing freed
the one alone, weak
the stranger it seems I am
so young but so over, wounds are all I am in this moment.