When you are mad at yourself,
Whatever put you in that state,
Is already in the past.
So let it go and let it rest,
There is no good in dwelling there,
Learn from it and walk it off,
You gain nothing by your sulk.
Forgive yourself, pat your back,
Commiserate for a while,
But rise above the gloomy clouds,
And saddle up and ride it out.
Because when you are mad at yourself,
It doesn't translate that well,
And all your loved ones truly see,
Is that you are mad at them, indeed.
Remember this all the time.
I keep repeating to myself.
You'll think it isn't hard,
But trust me it takes a lot of work.
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