A Poem called Unfit

Its alone when I cry

things all gone awry

that I feel most alone

completely disowned

both family and friends

it largely depends

on the crime I commit

who sees me unfit

I try to make peace

my sin to decrease

but memory is long

they remember my wrong

so alone here I cry

just trying to get by

drowned with guilt and wrong doing

my depression keeps brewing

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