Errors

I obsess

Over every little error I have.

I make

Myself believe they aren't there.

I know

That I hate them, though.

I hurt

On the inside because of these errors.

I misunderstand

Why I have all of them.

I think

That these imperfections make me horrible.

I believe

That I am ugly thanks to these.

I can't

Look at myself in the mirrors.

I cry

When people try to convince me that errors are fine.

I see

These imperfections, and I try to hide them.

I try

To believe that I'm beautiful.

I understand

That beauty is not based on how many errors you have.

I don't

Enjoy my many, many errors, though.

I dislike

To know that I'm ugly because of the errors.

I understood

All of this when I was younger.

I learned

To try to fake a smile and continue the day.

I knew

That my errors have made me who I am.

I also

Know that when you make another error, people'll remember.

I fall

Deeper into the hole of unhappiness when I judge myself.

I sink

Into a pit of darkness when I compare myself to others who I think are better than me.

I decide

Not to believe that I'm going down.

I ponder

Why I always push myself around about each tiny error.

I realize

That I've done it my entire life, because others judged me.

I wanted

To be accepted by everyone I knew.

I tried

To make everyone, including my enemies, happy.

I stop

Trying to please everyone, even though I like to help.

I still

Help my friends and family, just not the ones who wouldn't care.

I strive

To make sure I am okay with myself and my errors.

I would

Like to know everything will be okay with my imperfections.

I should

Know I'm going to be okay.

I guess

I'm going to have to figure it out during the long run.

I start

To think that my errors are actually okay.

I smile

Knowing that it will be okay.

I close

My eyes, understanding that my errors are me.

I lay

Down on my bed, okay with my errors.

I accept 

Who I am.

I whisper

I am my errors.

I slip

Into a deep sleep, knowing my errors.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Personne]

I'm glad that by the end of the poem you accepted your errors, mistakes, ect. I have been through this too, but we need our errors or else we wouldn't be human. We wouldn't be us. It would unnatural to be perfect. To be perfect is to be stupid because without making errors, how could we ever learn? It's an odd balance but we need mistakes and errors. It is our humanity and it makes us humble to know we are not the only ones. Very nice poem, I enjoyed. Took me down memory lane, too(:

[Savior of Time]

thank you so much(:

[Phillitup]

Yes, because every one of our close KKT friends knows that once you fall asleep you find sanctuary. Wow. This is a long poem. However, I am impressed. You had a lot of thoughts on this topic and wrote them all down nicely. You did a Willarific job keeping consistent line formula that you chose. Nicely penned.
Best regards,
Dell

[Savior of Time]

Thanks Philby