Oh wow another poem.

-- My own mistakes.--

My mistakes, they follow me like a ghost,
A shadow,
The great darkness that looms over my being.

They dont shape who i am,
They deform my everyday life.

They dont guide me through an endless life of happiness,
They guide me through an endless life of eternal sadness and self loathing.

My mistakes, i gave them names.

Anxeity,
Depression,
Love,
Family,
Life.

My mistakes, oh my mistakes,
I love them like a child.

I treat them as dearly as i treat a pair of shoes.

I wear them out until they arent of use anymore.

My mistakes, 
I love them like a parent.

I hold them close as they pull away from me.
Like a broken magnet to a dead battery, a pointless connection.

My mistakes,
No, not even i call them that,
I call them by their first name.

I call them fear.