Fully Empty

xxxiii

[point a finger and blame me but there are three towards you]

you always blame me
of your misfortunes in life.
you put me the anathema
of you not achieving your dreams,
you being unsuccessful which by no means the cause of your own choices.
you always mutter
that if i am in your position
i won't do what matter
but you don't put in that mind of yours
that it affect us, why don't you put yourself in our shoes first?

because maybe you'll realize
it's also hard to be me.