Faults Poem by Heather A. Inman

Why is it that when trying to do something nice it blows up in my face? Yes, it's my fault, not just that, but everything in the world. It seems that every problem is caused by something i did. From the polar ice caps melting to someone loosing their lunch money. Sure I am at fault for somethings, but why is everything blamed on me? For what reason am i at fault? What did I do to upset the universe? I have grown to know that people like the blame others for their mistakes and i have learned to not care what people do, unless i personally effects you. And even then careless than u normally would.