Someone asked, “What are regrets?”
“Excuse me!” is all I react.

I am tired of running and hiding now,
As it won’t stop until I let this out.

They follow me,
Everywhere I go,
No matter the place or time that holds.

They make me feel vulnerable,
As if I have no right to be capable.
They push me down and pull me apart,
Every time they act as if they are smart.

Nothing changes, even when I change myself,
They are my regrets, so there’s no pity for self.
I try my level best to get over it,
But people won’t forget to pinpoint it.

I keep on hurting and hating myself,
This works for them like laughing gas.
Why would they care and why should they care?
It’s all my fault, as I expect much more.

Now they keep asking again and again,
“What are your regrets and how does it pain?”
Life would be silly if I accuse myself for that,
But I should never forget that I am my boss.