You criticize me for my little mistakes
And blame me for all the wrongs.
Shove me off the cliff from the edge.
And sang my faults as song.
You push me pull me in your talks.
Like a story you love to share.
So that you will have more people to criticize, you won't let me spare.
Not just that you ruin me.
But you sow a seed of hatred.
As people grow them within
As they carry it till my grave.
You give people a different sight.
As my goods are also not bad.
Even if I live in a silence hidden.
I make people somehow upset.
You criticize me for my little mistakes,
Sometimes I don't even make.
And frame me for all the issues around.
That I don't even wake.
You have given me a different color,
The one that people see.
You changed my identity from your words.
And nobody noticed it's not me.