The Peculiar Nature of My Wrongs

I made a mistake but my mistake are not like others
My mistakes end relationships and friendships
My mistakes are special

Why do my mistakes end relationships
Why are my mistakes irrevocable
Why are my mistakes the fat ugly friend
Why do I stick around for other people’s
and they flee from mine
Why are my mistakes 
a ticket to jail
Why do my mistakes
become spells
and magic
and demon’s bile

All mistakes are not created equal
mine are created and then given a dunce’s hat
to think about the foolishness

My mistakes are death sentences
tickets to an one-man show
no audience, no actors, no stage
just me sitting there alone
with nothing to show