Sometimes, you might wonder
that leaving the thoughts that gnaw at you
is a wiser solution to your atrocity.
But as life progresses,
it gets seeded deep into your soul
that in the end,
when you're nearing your grave,
you might not have the chance to ask why.
Even though sometimes,
some things just don't have a why,
it is important you ask them...
Why Am I the cruel one ?
when all I wanted was to be free?
Some things may be debated upon,
however, it's the questions of ideals and beliefs.
But do tell me,
how come you look up at a person
and think it's better to shift the blame?