Wrong Time
By TO
When I was home
I had da wrong mind
Sometimes I was at the wrong place
At da wrong time
I use to play da game
And have da wrong plan
I feel as though I’m da wrong type of man
My good words are blind
I think I did things at da wrong time
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Stay strong! We live, learn, and overcome- and so will you!!
TO, I like that you feel as though you should grow to be a better individual, everyone should strive to make themselves a better individual because no one could be considered perfect.
TO,
I really love this poem. Your acceptance of the fact that you did wrong at points in your life is admirable. I love the flow that comes from this poem and its honesty. I also hope that you don’t think of yourself as the wrong man, just as someone who is acknowledging their wrongdoings and trying to change their ways. Keep on writing – you have a lot of talent.
Abby