For proving strong while I'm weak,
for acting hopeful when all is bleak,
for moaning, when I am to creak,
for not being a freak,
I accept I am the one to be blamed.
For not having friends to surround me,
for choosing to live the life I chose,
for being "that girl who sits alone"
for making people think that I'm a crone,
I accept, I am to be blamed.
I am to be blamed,
for wearing a pseudo smile,
to mask my teary face,
for hiding in my shell,
even for confiding in myself alone.
What am I supposed to do,
when no one seems to listen to me,
when no one seems to understand me,
when I live my life, the way it seems best to me?
I am to be blamed for the assumptions too.
I've grown to accept the blames,
the criticisms, the harsh words,
I've sewn them on the hems of my garment,
till I find the one who wouldn't accuse me,
I'll continue to accept the blame.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order