My Self-Evaluation

Another rough draft that could use work. Constructive criticism is welcome.

I tie the ribbon in a foolish way.
It begins to unravel and threads go stray.
I ponder again how I could be so thoughtless.
As my mind wanders into this black abyss.
How could I be so careless?
How could I just throw away all of my progress?
Questions harass my conscience.
I thought I was past my adolescence.
Now I am falling face first into reality.
Please, I do not wish to face this fatality.
The scissors in my hand pierce the floor,
They will not restrain me anymore.
I sew the fabrics back together instead.
Then, pray it’s not to late to clean up my mess.