hey, did you really mean this?
when you say how much it hurts, can you believe it?
if you cry yourself to sleep, should you have done that?
when you alienate yourself, who's fault is that?
blame it on the hands that feed you.
blame it on the mud that shaped you.
blame it on your every last particle.
but, who's fault is that?
when you say you wish to be loved, why?
why you say you wish to love, how?
when you think of them, are they talking about you?
if so, it's your fault, no?
open your ears. the most tone deaf sound the worst to others.
YOU ARE READING
cringe poetry with sati
PoesíaSome poetry I write for venting purposes. There's not much I have to say about this.
