We are all fuck ups
In our own special way.
Not saying its bad
but none of us are the same.
Now the question is
what is considered a fuck up
is it a mistake you make
or a chance you didnt take
Is it that addiction
that you chose to let through
Is it that alcohol
through your lips you pursued.
Is it the girl or guy
You let into your bed.
Is it that lie you told
in hope that the truth is hid.
Is it your living situation
or the disease you were born with
is it the car you drive
or the road you’ve lived
We are all fuck ups
but that is no reason to cry
For even as fuck ups
We are special in his eyes.
He loves you no matter what
And there is no doubt to that.
no matter what drug you pumped,
or lie you’ve told.
You are SPECIAL,
In his eyes and mine.
for in the end
All fuck ups must unite.
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I really like this poem. I can relate to being a “fuck up.” Nobody is as hard on anybody as we are on ourselves. The “fuck ups” really should unite. We need to realize we are all “special.” Life isn’t always about – or shouldn’t always be about – being perfect. Though, while we may know that in the “rational” recesses or our brain, it is still difficult to remember. Especially when we are busy beating ourselves up.
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