May Journal: I've Made Her Proud

As I take a long look in the mirror
Talking my heart out to an empty room
I notice a few errors
Of the horrors that loom

My mind is a machine
That runs on rusty old gears
Lamenting of what could’ve been
Fueled by suspicion and fears

It’s hard for me to forgive
Though it’s easy for me to forget
Not of my mistakes, but of what I achieve
And this is how I make myself, an enemy of my head

Acting rough on a kid doesn’t make her tough
And she’s deserving of love by default
As I fly high above the clouds
I realized, I have made her very proud.