MY new poem, read it I hope you like it
A flaw I own,
Inside of me,
I try to fix,
All that I see.
People making,
Bad mistakes,
People doing wrong,
I try to make them right,
I try to make them strong.
But it usually ends,
In another awful mess.
This is I flaw I own,
Again I'll try to address,
Sometimes I help them,
And they thank me dear,
But I can't seem to help,
But to fix all near.
Sometimes I see,
Something not like me,
And wrongly assume,
That it's a mistake,
And genuine but fake.
When really there's nothing,
Wrong with it,
But that I forget.
And I try to fix it anyway,
And people get madder,
And people get sadder,
As fix,
What's broken.
And shouldn't be spoken.
This a flaw I own,
I'll try to disown.
And days go by,
And people cry,
I'll remember,
That I can't fix,
Something,
That was never broke.