My sorrow exposed, my grieving revealed
I am lost in the unveiling, my weakness prevails
I will never heal
I am not perfect
(Yes I know)
So long as the accuser is allowed to shout
Exposing all of my failings
Yes, please
Let me hear my very deeply kept secrets
The end awaits
And mocks my fears
And the relief upon seeing
It
“We look back on our life as a thing of broken pieces, because our mistakes and failures are always the first to strike us, and outweigh in our imagination what we have accomplished and attained.”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Maxims and Reflections
