Bad Luck

I have bad luck following me,
destroying friendships,
making my tongue spit fire,
a heavy sadness weighing me down.

I have bad luck following me,
raising questions about my virtues,
making me leak tears,
biting my nails in fright.  

I have bad luck following me,
betrayals and barbs traded,
goodbyes said,
a wave of anger crashing through me.

I have bad luck following me,
a tired and worn out self,
too upset to recollect,
too profound to forget.