Guilty Child

I was born a guilty child

Of a crime I didn't commit.

Their world fell apart

Because I was conceived

Out of disloyalty and a role unfit.

How is that fair?

You tell me.

I've wondered through tunnels,

A labyrinth underground,

Trying to uncover the truth.

Yet all I found was all I've known:

I've ruined lives by living My own.

It's easy to point fingers

At someone who can't point back.

It's easy to put blame on

A child whose fallen down flat.

How simple it was

Because there was no fight.

The struggle was short,

At least in your eyes.

But I'm still alive

Pretending I'm alright.

The struggle lives on

But I put up a fight.

And when you see me

Pushing on through

I wonder if you know,

It all began with you.

You put the blame on me

When I knew nothing

I was brought onto this earth

To lose everything.

Everyday I'm afraid

Because I'm at fault.

I can't do anything right

Because I was wrong.

Every breath leaves me

Just like my innocence

And the road is long

On my way to repentence

For the crime

Of just living a life.