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by Katie
Rated: E · Poetry · Dark · #2169536
Everyone feels blamed
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,
Makes everyone scream.

The screams.
It’s 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 other people drown in.
Of course it’s my fault.
Who else could it be?
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