Without application I was born
Innocent I was , so happy to live
To the family of my fate
Where happiness lasted not long
For broken the pieces we collect
But never could we amend
For all was set a mess to say
A price someone had to pay
The burden I must carry
Trying to be nothing but a perfectionist
To those that never will understand
The burden I carry
Cleaning trash of others
Leaving with but a criminal mind
For the crimes I never committed
Yet for the truth none ever accepted
That even if accepted,a difference
They never make,if not create more trouble in return
The blame I must take
For all from me is wrong
Cause am I and ill fated
Right or wrong am always wrong
Innocent or the victim
Am labelled the criminal instead
Speechless and desperate I stay
So, many questions, so clear answers
Yet no answers to me
For all is right and wrong
Except for the answer you hold
That may never create a difference
Yet in silence you look aside
And pretend not to see
When all is right and clear to see
The answer you shall never say
©meisha
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