I can give out blame
like Santa gives out well wishes.
I can find many reasons to shame
Every person that touched my life.
Their hands were dirty
Their intentions were shallow and blind
But it’s time to voice it
So were mine.
It’s not about the other person
and not about the careless lies.
It’s not about the “thousandth reason”
or crude and artless goodbyes.
I can accumulate hate
like cartoon villains do.
And does it matter what was true?
They crossed me plenty
and I retaliated with a smile.
It was the right choice,
But darn! It drove me crazy for a while.
(It still does)
It’s not about “who is the hero”
and not about the praise and worth.
It’s not about reflection in the mirror
or who have liked my “humble” post.
I can built sand castles
with vigour of starry-eyed kid.
I can cripple my soul
measuring myself by superficial standard
That does not matter!
And drown myself in expectations
that poisoned my head
I can forgive and forget.
My path not set in stone
I am not done yet.
There’re many facets
waiting to be explored.
I’m focusing more on light
and opening up to the world.
I know I’m addicted
To the other side
But there’s no harm in trying