I am the one to be blamed.

For proving strong while I'm weak,

for acting hopeful when all is bleak,

for moaning, when I am to creak,

for not being a freak,

I accept I am the one to be blamed.

For not having friends to surround me,

for choosing to live the life I chose,

for being "that girl who sits alone"

for making people think that I'm a crone,

I accept, I am to be blamed.

I am to be blamed,

for wearing a pseudo smile,

to mask my teary face,

for hiding in my shell,

even for confiding in myself alone.

What am I supposed to do,

when no one seems to listen to me,

when no one seems to understand me,

when I live my life, the way it seems best to me?

I am to be blamed for the assumptions too.

I've grown to accept the blames,

the criticisms, the harsh words,

I've sewn them on the hems of my garment,

till I find the one who wouldn't accuse me,

I'll continue to accept the blame.