Is it my fault? 

My state of being in a whirlwind of emotions

My belief in fate has been dispelled 

Is it my fault? 

It’s either raging fire or cold ash,

The misty breeze gives me no relief

It only deepens my sorrow

Still, I ask

Is it my fault? 

Is it my fault I’m like this? 

Is it my fault my body aches with the pain of a thousand men and women? 

Am I weak for feeling? 

Is this inability to detach myself from these feelings my reason for my inability to communicate my pain? 

God has placed a barrier between my voice and my words 

So instead I cry 

I cry despite all the shouts of support around me 

I cry for all the pain in the world my heart aches with 

I cry because the pain is my fault.

And the only person who will ever be able to see that 

Is me.