Who else can I blame for my horrors?
Willing victims are growing slim.
My ability to hide insecurities,
Is wearing thin.
I used this to my advantage...
Now it seems as if this tactic,
Has a need to come to an end.
Who else can I blame for my horrors?
Willing victims are growing slim.
My ability to hide insecurities,
Is wearing thin.
And a dime spent,
No one can afford to lend.
How can I keep on pretending,
It is money and not religion...
That makes me 'tick' and my world 'spin'.
Who else can I blame for my horrors?
And from where and whom did I get,
This insight I have inside of me I regret...
Beginning in a free fall,
To see it come to an ending I alone seem to let...
Happen!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem