Mistakes

Me wanted to know 
Why all make
So many mistaKes 
Why life finded ways 
To stab I soul 
To were me cant breath 
And to were us suffer 
Pain 

We used to know 
Why theee life,, 
Dat us live in 
Could have power 
To break I Down 
and make I 
Have rusting 
Faith 

And my rusting faith 
Always finds ways 
To cut I 
And wound many 
Around i.. 
Shows how life 
Take it's effect 
On humanity 

I can't pay it's 
Expense 
Because me doesnt 
Have enough will power 
To afford it 
And, in time,
It founded 
Ways to kills me 

Later though, 
I get enough experience
And begin to 
Find ways 
That I can beat 
The harsh Downfalls 
That this life 
has to offer 

And I also found ways 
That I can shake my 
Many gruesome mistakes..
I don't create them anymore 
I'm more intelligent now 
And life has no way 
To keep me underneath it 
It is now below me 

Where did my mistakes go?