Bad choice

It was a bad choice,
It was a mistake.
It was an impulse,
It was a bad break.
Emotions ran high
In that instant,
That is why
I must now repent.

There is no excuse
For the action taken.
Only the reason
Why it was done.
Many things factor
Into the result.
But in the end,
Now I am done.

One should never
Give in to stress.
But I did,
And I made a mess.
One thrown insult,
One thrown can,
I wish I was better,
But I am just a man.

It all comes back to me
Suspended from life,
Full of inner toil
And worrying strife.
What do I do now?
Where to go from here?
I have no answer,
And that is what I Fear!