I Don't Know Myself

I'll take my own advice,
Use this to meditate,
On who I am and who I want to be,
Though the time may seem late,

You know those things you think of from the past,
The cringe moments of life,
That tell you what you don't want to repeat,
Filling your shoulders with pain like a knife.

Saying how you don't want the world to be,
Though you created it?
Are those rules something that you are born with,
Or that you inherit?

Does it matter?
The rules are never bad,
No one ever regretted being good,
Even when it ended making them sad.