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?