Don't blame me,
I am just a product of a sad past,
product of poignant memories,
Prisoner of rejection,
and habourer of cheerlessness.
Don't blame me for how I behave,
neither for the words I vormit,
the sea cannot be troubled,
if fishes don't fight.
Don't blame me
I became an addict,
Maybe fellowshiping with Vodka can bury my past.
Don't blame me
If silence are my words,
after all, a sad dog will only whine.
My trouble sticks me,
like tags on demo taps
but who to listen since their happiness is their priority.
Even when I tried to talk,
they were blindfolded by their own comfort,
triggering them to believe,
we are all the the palace of peace.
If only someone is there to listen,
If only someone would pay the attention,
If only, if only someone would just asked "what's wrong?"
Perhaps I would overcome this peril.
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Poetrycries from my heart, words I wish all can hear, my worries and frustrations. who will listen?
