Not My Fault


Young but hard, playgrounds full of trouble and pain

He was the cause, the irony, the runaway train

Footsteps of the father by following the curse

Learning the way quoting the verse

His ugly ways he never would halt

But when it was over it was never his fault

That became his name no matter what he did

His power was strange even for a kid

Bullying and hurting the wounds were stung with salt

But not from tears from Not My fault

He laughed and giggled until he was old

Morals and feeling were bought and sold

His last days were lonely by cruel default

His headstone was carved “Not His Fault”

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