Me and My thoughts

 Where did it start?  Each time I ask myself where I went wrong. Yup, I made a lot of mistakes. But I don't know where it all started. Each time, I feel the same way, whether I should continue what I'm doing or dwell on my mistakes. I messed up. I messed up. To be frank, I am a completely messed up person. I always think, why does it happen to me all the time? Isn't this how life teaches you? It's in these moments of self-doubt and regret that I've learned some of life's most valuable lessons. I've been beaten down by my mistakes more times than I can count, yet I still stand here, ready to face another challenge, another error waiting to happen. It's almost like a relentless teacher, life itself, constantly testing my resilience. The beauty of it all lies in the fact that it's through these stumbles and falls that I've grown stronger. Each mistake, each failure, it's all part of the journey. I've come to realize that it's not about h

They told me I am too young for this... I am too immature for this... I am too arrogant for my age... I am too naive to think like that... I am not perfect... Deep inside my heart, I agree with what they say, But it doesn't matter, it won't sway me either way. For this is who I am, and I won't pretend, If given another chance, I'd make the same blend. I embrace their critiques, I'm not flawless, it's true, Yet I stand my ground, my own path I'll pursue. I may not fit their mold, their idealistic frame, But I am unapologetically me, and that's my claim to fame. My personality, a mix of quirks and grace, An imperfect puzzle, each piece in its place. I'm a dreamer, a fighter, a heart open wide, With passion as my compass, in life's changing tide. I cherish the laughter, the tears, every scar, For they tell my story, who I truly are. I'm not a finished canvas, but a work in creation, A masterpiece evolving, a beautiful foundation.