But it's flawed

And so it has begun again
Here I sit, a pen in hand
Trying to scribble a thought or two
The repetition of similar days drag on and through
A mind so restless, but not confused
I know exactly what I want to do
But I'm lazy... And a fool
I miss the opportunity once again
Maybe tomorrow, or the next
I will try to acknowledge you
Please be patient; I know you're kind
It's comforting to know you have nothing to hide...
I wish I could say the same
Embarrassed of my life, full of shame.
But not a single scar of mine would turn you away.