The Fault of Freight Trains
Anger is my Fault.
Sadness is my Fault.
Emotions are my Fault.
Everything I lack is my Fault.
How one bad day,
Can spread,
Like wildfire.
How one bad day,
Can make everybody
Scream.
The screams.
Just a high pitch
Train whistle.
Blowing steam
Off their heads.
I start everything.
I argue about everything.
I cry over everything.
And this creates a river.
A lake others drown in.
Of course it’s my fault.
Who else could it be?
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