Accountability

At what point can you really say, whoa I fucked up.  
Is it when you realize that the dreams you once had have not been succeeded,  
is it when you look around, and see you have nothing?  
Or is it when you know you had everything,  
and let it go carelessly,  
knowing full well you were inflicting,  
negative energy on everything,  
disregarding the beauty,  
of be loved so freely,  
and having others admire you,  
for your everything.  
 
How does it feel when you realized you took everything for granted?  
Every missed opportunity, once so easily handed?  
The experiences you once held so close to you,  
disappear into the wind to land on someone else's door.  
The light once exuding from you fading out,  
like the scene in a movie that has ended.  
 
 
How can you look in the mirror with pity and self remorse?  
Pining for that sympathetic glance or hug,  
to validate that the years of your selfishness was someone else's fault,  
and you contiune to block your self imposed mistakes,  
Because how dare we all hold you accountable for your own misery.  
 
How do you know when you fucked up?  
When you look in the mirror in the morning with lifeless eyes,  
and the only thing you hold on to are memories that fade,  
and are left broken knowing,  
the true value of success is happiness,  
and your happy was never really there.