I should have acknowledged the panic in my breathing,
when I thought, "Is this okay?"
I should have stopped myself from being deceiving,
when I lead my words astray.
I should have faced the problem right away,
instead of running in another direction.
I should have not avoided it, or left it for another day,
I should have noticed the pain dissolved in my reflection.
I should have believed in myself more,
and told myself that I would be alright.
I should have found what I was looking for,
without the means of a fight.
I should have encouraged myself more often,
than I beat myself up.
I should have kept on walking,
instead of falling in the mud.
I should have talked about how I felt,
when you asked me what was wrong,
I should have let you inside where my thoughts dwelt,
and kept us strong.
I should have done many things,
sang louder, loved harder, and fought longer.
There are many things I could have done,
to make myself stronger.
But I didn't.
