Philosophical

my sins 
my foolishness 
and my damage 
the poor decisions i made 
ring out to me 
like noise in the music 
it is not loud 
but it was there 
and so the song is spoiled 
like seeing some of your own bad writing 
knowing that this is going to be the same case 
you realize what an idiot you actually are 
and that with the more intelligence 
comes the greater grievance 
having its nature in the devious 
the harder you ride yourself into the floor 
best take quiet care now 
something to see?

cringing