I think somehow
the situation left a stain on me,
but the mark left on me
doesn't seem to matter so much
now that I can see
how everyone is stained
in some way.
The important part
is finding the best way
to stop yourself
from hiding the engaging story
which created that stain
in the first place.
That stain is part of my past.
It was planted in my history
where it took root
in creating who I am today.
If it wasn't for the stains,
mistakes, scars, and unsightly blemishes,
there wouldn't be anything interesting
about anyone to begin with.
