• Used to be I'd blame
    every pain on myself.
    Not blaming you
    when I pulled you off the shelf.
    You were masked in sweetness,
    so I ignored your disguise
    and ate you all up.
    You were not bad in my eyes.
    I'll thought you were harmless,
    my condition unrelated
    to those traces of you.
    You went undebated.
    Then one day I realized
    it might not be just me.
    And what do you know?...
    The truth did set me free.