Why is it that things go awry
At times when we are happy
And content, prosperous, self satiated beings
Rational in thought and judgement
I gave my wrath to a parent
Who did not know
What to do with something
That he had neither contributed to nor understood
I gave my trust to a BFF
Who did not know
What to do with something
That she neither keep nor could break
I gave my dubiousness to a friend
Who did not know
What to do with something
That she neither had instigated nor had control over
I gave my heart to a man
Who did not know
What to do with something
That he neither desired nor could throw away
But most of all..
I gave my injustice to my soul
Wallowing in self pity
And indulgent in sadness
Not knowing the severity of my crime!
