By Myself

The worst kind of pain comes from expectations

Be it mutual or one-sided

There’s no telling when either is the case

We navigate through life most times like blind men without a cane

No matter how prepared we are, something comes at us like cold water before sunrise

Recognizing that we’ve messed up is barely enough

There’s still lingering pain and shame attached to it

Even though it’s no fault of ours

But how can we beat the human nature of guilt

Do we go on carrying a truckload of guilt

Or do we pretend not to be affected by it?