First Sonnet

Looking back at my past I’ve realized,
At last, sometimes I become the bad guy,
My demise lies behind pitiful lies,
And my conscience is feeling a tad dry,
Worst, I did it just for the amusement,
Without regards towards anyone else,
Pure destruction, no room for improvement,
Blind to all the discouraged feelings felt;

Yet, like the sun peeking through a willow,
You are only seeing half the picture,
Daydreaming at night among a pillow,
Trying to create the perfect fixture,
Don’t search for the dark or give in to light,
Take course for the action you know is right.