A Bucket Full Of Regrets

To say that I didn't have any regrets would be a lie,

I have buckets full of regrets,

Each one filled with what-if and maybe.

The buckets feel heavy like an anchor on a boat,

An anchor that is constantly weighing me down,

Making me feel guilty about my past.

But these regrets are not part of me,

Rather part of my fragile ego,

An ego that constantly nags at me for the dumbest things.

So each day like an OS,

I take the heavy buckets full of regrets,

And dump them into the sea;

Hoping to never see them again.