Existence

I have tried to do things correct, actions right. I have tried to be hope and peace, a shining, guiding light. But I also have done things of which I am ashamed. Betrayals and lies and laying with someones who knowing I can’t claim. Failings and falls, piling on the shame Making sure it’s dull, hollow, hated, when spoken my name. Knowing I just poison everything I look at and touch. Knowing that even after I tried….I couldn’t amount to much. And after seeing all my sins, shortcomings, and stumblings listed. It is plain. It is evident. I…I just shouldn’t have existed.