i am haunted
by my past
in the mistakes
i make
today.
the one
has nothing
to do
with the other,
but my mind
doesn’t care.
i failed before;
i’ve failed again.
i tell myself,
a mistake
is just
a mistake
and not
a failure,
but i
know better:
to fail
is to be
me,
the one
who fails
at everything.