The things that I've done

Sometimes I think about all the things that I've done.
All the things I've said, and
The things I left unspoken.
The people I've hurt.
And those whose hearts I've broken.
All the drinks I spilled,
and all the living things I killed.
I didn't mean to kill them.
Not all of them.

All of the inappropriate jokes
that made nobody laugh.
All of the things I broke.
All of the ugly photographs
of times I wore bad faces
and bad clothes.
All of the haircuts I really
loathed
and all the times I made a fool out of
myself or others.
These things come back to haunt me
they asphyxiate and smother.

Sometimes I wish I could be reborn.
Life stretched before me like a white blank page.
Like newly fallen snow, still untouched,
before dawn.