Looking back upon my past
I find myself ashamed
Of who I was, I see at last
My conscience is eternally maimed
How could I have been so fully blind
To what I had come to be?
Why did it take to so long to find
The evil that lived in me?
I was spiteful, angry, full of hate
I know I went too far
And rightfully it is my fate
That I alone should carry the scars
So whatever the problem, never succumb
Please live carefully
Never allow yourself to become
The Nightmare I used to be
Author's Note: this is mostly about regret and guilt. For my second rhyming poem ever, I think it is rather good. Reviews are very much appreciated.