Time To Face The Reality Poem by Wolf the poet

How do we define a mistake
Is it something that we all make
Because I always feel like a misplaced flake
At times I feel like throwing myself into the lake

I am a mistake, I've always known it deep down
No one planned for my birth
I was rejected by people so close
I am a reminder of a love gone sour

I am no one's favorite
But I am my daughter's Mr right
She is all I have; my light
She doesn't judge or rather hate

I have to keep on and be a man
Wear a smile so real
However bitter I feel
My personality i will peel

My pain is not my gain
A wolf was born out of pain
The only therapy being the rain
All in all my heart has a stain

However much I try to be my best self
The world treats me like an elf
My heart is so heavy
Words can't express my way of life
But I believe the universe one day will align to my liking

Furthermore no one is always right
We are humans prone to mistakes
We should learn to listen to other people's view
Make the correct judgement not jumping to conclusions

I do not easily forget
My heart is a collective diary
One day it will fill up
And I will be an open book no more hiding

Allow me pen down
My ink will never dry
That is why they call me the pen poet
The wolf who believe in nothing but himself
The sun will shine on my heart once more

I will break this chain of mental abuse
Poetry is what I will use
Use as my weapon and lawyer
I may be a loser and a failure
But that will not define me

The silent cries I have endured
I just want my heart to be lured
For it to undergo the healing process
I rest my case; peace out