Mistakes

Standing here
thinking plotting scheming
I'm standing here seeing my every flaw.
the chips in my jewelry and nails
the constant reminders and fails
the eyeliner that smears out of place
the tears that steal down my face
all my clothes too big, too small.
so many mishaps, and I see them all
every spot every wrinkle
every shirt crinkle
every little mistake
every bad smile I fake
the stands of hair that hang too low
the pale skin that tends to show
I see the scars I drew
I wonder how I never knew
every little crooked stitch
every time I asked to switch
every single bad day
i never knew what to say
Standing here
I eye the ropes
i question my hopes
is every dream shattered
every passion battered?
whats another loss
to have no boss
what's my death
maybe a new breath
maybe free from mistakes
maybe no more head aches