Anger, ego and then so much angst,

If only time could be turned back or I could be sent to the past,

Words I've said, things I've done,

Stupid, immature, dumb and more so cause they can't be undone,

Wonder why I don't like being told I'm all of these,

When I know I am much more, why does my humility cease,

I look back now at all the damage,

Through all the debris, for the wonderful memories I rummage,

Idiot of the first order that let it all be bygone,

Those who loved most, left shunned and forlorn,

And now in the mirror, a condescending stare,

To look in those eyes, I couldn't dare...