You sit and point fingers at the life you have jaded when all along it was you who had raided a young soul and heart and mind.
Never taking into consideration the future you were creating and the relationship you were taking--away-- with your lie and dollar consumed high.
As you watched the bruises form and the young mind became cynical, it was all okay even today. Never taking any blame for watching your wallet get fat while the young soul fell flat.
You are the only one to fail, left a young life to derail, spinning out of control.
Now that it's twisted, take a long look at what you have created. With each crack of the leather to see the love and trust deflated.
Was it worth it?
