Am I The One To Blame*

Sitting alone

far from home

crying many tears

inaudible by human ears

No one can understand

How much I hold in my hands

The sights I see and the words I hear

It hurts to discover they're sincere.

I was pulled Uta class

to talk about my present and past

I had to tell a lie

so as to let my family get by

In turn my heart is shattered

and my soul is beaten and battered

My whole body is shaking

because of the pain I'm taking

I have no way to let it out

For I refuse to scream and shout

And every time I Waneta talk

I suppress the urge and walk

I find it hard to tell an adult

because everything becomes my fault

So here I sit on the ground

hoping to turn my life around

Until then I cry tears of