Excerpt of Obvious Mistakes

It probably doesn't phase you;
I doubt it even crosses your mind.
Your words sink into me with the teeth of your bitterness-
not only skin deep.
You're supposed to love me, care for me,
and I know that you do-
for I am one of your own.
But it seems like obvious goods are nothing compared to
my obvious bads-
the ones that you hold so closely against me.
I am young.
I am learning.
Yet so far you have left me with nothing but the regret of even bothering.
Because every mistake made is so visibly pronounced;
engraved in gold lettering brighter then the smile that was my greatest attribute.
And it's repeated over and over again, like a good novel.

This is the book of my mistakes.
This is my life.