It’s not my fault,
if I couldn’t
give an explanation.
It’s not my fault,
if i failed
to express myself.
It’s not my fault,
if everything I do here
for many it is not good.
It’s not my fault,
that if I’m wrong once,
nobody understands
which is human,
and in the meantime
they whip my legs,
they make me feel a certain way.
It’s not my fault,
if people stab in the back.
It’s not my fault,
if you hear stories
of a past now dead
and you believe that I am the same.
It’s not my fault.
Because I’m wrong, I admit it,
but what people do and say,
after i do it
gets much worse,
making me feel
sucks.
Because it’s not my fault
if here, people manipulate
and does the brainwashing,
because she is jealous
and envious of my bonds
or, in creating them.
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