The Beauty Of Telling The Truth Poem by Kevin BBK

Our character if forged by what we live and how we lived
We have a few successes and a few failures
We do good things and we make mistakes
We think people will remember us on our good deeds…
Again, we are making the biggest mistake
People remember us on only for the mistakes we made…
The success stories, good deeds and other good things just vanish
Again people make reference only to your mistakes when they think of you
I made mistakes, not one time…
Again and again making the wrong choice…
Making a step ahead, but I never knew it wasn't the right direction
I'm looking for love, not what you are thinking ‘friend'
I'm deeply hurt by what I call the knife of words…
You made a deep cut, 'friend'
I am bleeding since.