One Mistake

I ask my self every day,
when is it going to be over?
When will I not have to pay,
Anymore for the mistake I have made.
I wish it was over.

It sounds corny but if I had one wish it is to
take it all back.
When will I have the chance to never have
to never look back.

I’m reminded every day and it hurts
And then I fell like dirt.

I can’t wait until the day that everyone can look at me
for whom I am and not the mistake that I did.