Yesterday, a tale unfolded, too grievous for words to convey.
They spoke, revealing how I burdened their days.
Yet, did I seek this existence, this script you penned alone?
I didn't request existence, birth wasn't my plea,
Yet, you crafted this narrative, the script solely by thee.
If blame must find a home, perhaps it rests on your decisions not my own.
"In the tale of creation, choices were your own,
Now burdened I am, with seeds you have sown."
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
