No wonder I had no trust because the trust I had acquired did not work, sadly, for very long. No wonder I was a mess, since the mistakes I had committed sat there, molding till it smelled like rotten dung. No wonder hatred flew at me like a gunshot flying at a wall. I was stupid, and that’s that, I admit that I was wrong.

No wonder they called me impatient, because I wouldn’t wait for anyone. No wonder they called me a sour loser, because I wouldn’t lose to anyone. No wonder I was a loner, because people were smarter than that, I hope. I admit that I was wrong.

I admit that I was wrong.
Wrong for judging, fighting, gossip, hitting, cursing, fussing, bullying, and of course, I admit that I was wrong. Wrong to the world that belongs to no one. Wrong to the people who hold and love us. Wrong to the friends who care and support us, and wrong to the jerks who still need to learn this.
I admit,
I ADMIT
I ADMIT,

That I was wrong