Not ALWAYS wrong. A Poem.

Is it something I said?
That made you turn,
Away from me?
We didn’t get a chance to speak,
As I watched you hurl.

Is it something I did?
That made you angry,
Because of me?
Because you ran like,
There was a fire.
Within you. Within me.

It’s always me,isn’t it?
I think we should sort it out.
Because it’s not like,
It’s always my fault.
We should both scream and shout,
And let it all out.

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