I stand amidst the crowd,
unaware of the hustle bustle..
All I hear is the hushing
inside my mind
All I see is the swirls
and spirals
blurring the laughs
and questioning eyes

I stand still, keep on standing
not knowing how to face the world

The judgement
has been passed
And I am found guilty
But guilty of what?

Loving the wrong guy?
Or realising it late?
Am I wrong for his lustful eyes?
Am I wrong if his mien was mere disguise ?
Am I wrong if he mauled my flesh?
Am I wrong if he morphed my snaps?

Oh yes, I am!
Since 'he' is never wrong,
and it's always 'she'.

He roams around
searching a new prey
With that charming smile
and trapping blue eyes

And here I am
stamped Flawed
Bound to be the 'mariner'
with the Albatross.