This is the story of a girl

Once upon a time
Not so far away
I wished to be
The person I am today

But how special am I?
What accomplishments have I made?
I did things I told myself I'd never do.
My own heart, I betrayed.

And all I can do now
Is regret that mistake
Of being given a chance
That I never did take

I'll have to live with this burden
Deal with these lingering recollections
Try to fix my mistakes
Without the ability to make corrections.

I am the author of my life.
Unfortunately, I'm writing in pen.
I can't erase my mistakes,
But I can write a new end.