My Poetry. Worry Worry.

We have all made mistakes in life;
Without them, we wouldn't be normal.
Sacrifices we have to make,
Be it for real or sometimes informal.

So why do people get upset
When clearly they know it hurts you?
Wrapped up in their own little world,
Like glass that you can see through.

Be it for real or maybe by chance,
That it affects all but you—
The circumstance will dictate the outcome,
And this will indeed ring true.

Set aside selfishness in your life;
People can thrive on the past,
But remember one chance is all you get:
Live life to the full and have a blast.

Worry has always been a human trait;
Sadness can thrive in a lonely heart.
It's better to treat others with respect—
Be yourself, and that's a good start.

© William Sinclair Manson 2025