It’s hard for most people, to know and admit their flaws, but not for me, and that’s what this poem is about.
It’s All Me
I know my flaws,
I have too many.
Too blunt, too honest,
attempting to be funny.
It can tire a person out,
after a while.
So I’ll remain alone,
accompanied by my smile.
I enjoy it while it’s here,
although I know,
it eventually leads to tears.
It’s my own fault.
I am to blame.
Not anyone else,
you know by name.
I’m a loser,
At a winner’s game.
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