It has been the same game,
Throwing myself in that flame,
Feeling the painful blame,
Which has led to all the shame.
Recalling those times when I was ill,
The moments when I couldn’t chill,
Dreading the sins while moving downhill.
Because of that guilt,
I was scared to leave that quilt,
Dodging the struggles that has spilt,
Now dueling regret on an upward tilt,
Presently proud of everything I have built.
