[trapezoidal]

I need to get it all off,
because all the things I love in this world I’ve treated all wrong,
all because I didn't have the strength to bury the hatch,
so now I have to be exact on a path most would feel too scared to match,
owe 1000 words of regret and my text might fall short,
but in the end all of them are called for,
because all that you think I am I’m half the vision it's been all forced,
by the burdens that I’ve placed while pretending to chase,
love because right when I grasped it I still haven't mended the rates,
in which I hold truth to those who deserve transmission,
so I stand a different version of myself in a stance where the words stand missing,
trying to grow until my form solves the stalls of sins,
crying hidden tears hoping that somehow I’m forgiven for all of it...