regret

(If I could change I would take back the pain I would)
(retrace every wrong move that i made i would)

The only thing i can do is look forward to tomorrow
and try to make it different than today
but each tomorrow is the same
cloaked in shame
fear
hatred
mostly for myself
i shield myself from ones i love
ones i want to love
ones i want to love me
i am a concept
a novelty
an everlasting clown in a glass box

i love you...(?)

maybe first... "how do you do"

maybe tomorrow