Faulted

Moments are gone when I’d realise my faults,
Which have been taken for granted.
Now the situations follow me everywhere,
Followed now everywhere I’m,
By my situations.
Make me feel like always being haunted,
Shedding off now all the poison,
On your white skin.
And still,
I don’t want to be left behind,
As faulted. . .

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