A little poem

Live. Love. Laugh.

Life is an ironic thing.
How is it possible to cheer for them, when your own battle scars have yet to heal.

Sometimes, you just gotta accept your blunders,
Instead of trying so, so hard to hide them.

Cos they get obvious, yes they do.
And you don't get anywhere.

Lyrics, they ring in my head.
Drawing back those memories, not that far away.

A little poem, that sums up my life currently.