If I could I would go back and do things differently.
Regret is opportunities worst enemy.
If I would’ve stayed would things have changed anyway?
Or like a memory would my appearance still fade away?
If I put in the work required would I be a different person?
Because as time goes on this spiritual sickness I have continues to worsen.
If I were normal I wonder what my life would be like?
Perhaps my insides would match my outsides.
If I was fearless would I be further along than I currently am?
Stricken by a lack of confidence has caused great detriment.
If I had higher self esteem would I still care what people think?
Usually these feelings and thoughts have pushed me to the brink.
If I had what I desired would I finally be content?
Stuck in the same spot has caused bitterness and resentment.
If I had better words would I be a better poet?
My rhymes and experiences put together really show it.