we get so lost in our own pain,
we forget about others,
what they’re feeling,
what they’ve gone through.
We’re all guilty of it.
We forget that humans weren’t made to be perfect.
We forget people make mistakes when they’re lonely,
We forget about our own imperfections,
and we forget that mistakes aren’t who we really are.
When we smile,
and speak words of love,
that’s who we really are.
but it’s too easy to forget those things,
because we never seem to forget the feeling of being hurt.
We remember the mistakes before anything else.
Before smiles, before laughs.
as for me,
I won’t be consumed by my mistakes,
because mistakes aren’t who we really are.
and they never will be.