Days almost over,
penned kind of mean.
In real life,
didn't make the same mistake.
Nice to everyone,
even the foolish.
Knew I was a little off,
wanted to be on.
Smacked myself too,
no mean mistakes through.
Should have broke my pen,
before I hit the den.
I didn't.
No regrets really,
just feel a little silly.
Looking in the mirror,
other me was there.
I knew it,
still almost blew it.
Words are like birds,
maybe bad ones will fly.
Go back to the cage,
get off my page.
G