I Am (02)

I only cry over days when I cannot shed enough tears, making time seem like nothing but a feeling–– because nothing I have done is ever enough, and my past sits with me as I live.

For to live is to feel; forgetting is beyond my nature, and forgiving is not a gift I was born with. But if it is true that my past does not define me, then all I need to do is to accept.

That who I am is a mistake nobody made.