Fear and guilt.

At first I go to blame you,
For making this thing tougher.
Your actions make me want to protect,
And the swirling seas turn rougher.
In the midst of a roaring swell,
I make my own mistakes,
I often rush to action,
When I should apply the breaks.
I can overcompensate,
Then regret each move I made,
And then the ones I didn’t.
The path of fear and guilt is laid.
I have then turned to blame myself,
For not doing this thing better.
My heart will burn in sadness,
And my cheeks will become wetter.