Call Me Emotional

regrets

Back against the corner,

the fear and depression

closing in.

Drawing up her knees to her chest,

she stares sadly at what she had done.

They crept closer, arms

reaching out.

Deception and anger

smiling with glee.

They soon reach her,

caressing her knee and shoulders.

Her life was in a black and white movie.

Good and bad;

right and wrong;

past and future;

she was corrupted.

From a sweet, loving girl to

a quick-tempered teen.

She watched the phase as they

showed it to her in slow motion.

Wishing she could pause

it and rewind.

Start from the beginning.

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Does anyone ever feel as if they changed, for good or the worse, they don't know. Well, this is what this poem is about: regrets.