Lost Cause

Blame is hurtled at my face like a handful of mud. 

I must embody the carpet under your feet to make you happy. 

Why would you ever think I'd grovel? 

You say I've done nothing;

I've done nothing but heal. 

I invited you to join me on the journey, but you were afraid. 

Perhaps the fear can be put on me. 

Apologies. I'm not saying "I'm sorry" again. 

The bitterness can be yours. 

The anger is mine. 

You pushed your filth on to me and deny me the chance to get clean. 

I won't believe that's my fault. 

Scream at my back. I'm walking away. 

Unless you realize this road goes both ways.