It's me - no one else.

No one else made me get lost.

I lost myself.

How I lost my head?

I don't know.

I just know that it's no one else's fault as to why I did.

They point it out.

They tell me.

I can't blame them for that.

It's not their fault that the stupidity of

my meaningless actions can be

be easily indicated.

It is exposed,

and it makes me want to pull myself

into a concealing blanket of darkness

and cry futile tears.

I ask myself:

"Why are you this way? Why can't you change?"

If I don't try as much, it's a bitter image.

If I try too hard, I end up running in circles.

The heavy chains of a lonely daze

are attached to my wrists and ankles.

The iron spheres drag the ground.

I have minor flashbacks to

the horrid harm I embodied;

The intentional pain.

What a horrible way to be;

but that was all me.

The fault is mine.

Disappointment seems to be attached to my name,

and I can't shake it...

No matter how hard I try,

it is determined to stands its ground.