My Burden of Someone Else

Someone else made this mess
Now, why am I
Getting blamed for all of it?
This doesn’t make sense

They don’t even know me
The full story
They know not either
So I stand before them I ask
What do you want from me?
There is nothing left
I have to give
And yet
Still they stare at me
With those eyes
Empty, unforgiving
Eyes of exile
They haunt me
For this mess I did not create,
For this mess I have not caused,
My death shall lay upon.

By DeamOn

I live in the dark... that's 'bout it.