Always The Blame

Blame often creeps in like a shadow. 

It finds the small cracks in our happiness. 

Instead of joy, it takes over.

People’s faces change. 

Their words can hurt, 

like arrows shot without care. 

It feels like a game where no one wins. 

We play darts in a carnival of feelings.

You were like a storm, 

and I was an unprepared sail. 

I got caught in a whirlwind of whispers and accusations. 

I felt like I was drowning in silence.

But even under all that weight, 

there is a small light. 

It shines like morning dew. 

It reminds me that blame can have a song. 

There is a truth hidden in the echoes.

We carry our scars with pride. 

They are heavy, but we can handle them. 

If we share our truths, 

we can turn blame into bridges, not walls.

Maybe one day, 

we will gather the broken pieces. 

We can fix them with kindness. 

Then, we will see happiness shine on our shared stories. 

In that place, blame will fade away, 

like mist in the morning.