Crumpled up and tossed aside
Freshly burnt and harshly fried
Water wells up from inside
Feel two feet tall and one inch wide
With staining wounds I couldn't hide
Not good enough although I tried
Forget the knots I never tied
Forget them not the times I lied
"If only I had better guide"
The same excuse you all abide
For now in you I do confide
The shame I feel lays waste to pride