Ok, it's not your fault, but, but...
Damn. I wish it were.
No, I don't.
I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
I don't wish anyone to take more responsibility then they need
more then they deserve.
I just...
Wish it weren't my fault so often.
My fault for forgetting.
For getting confused
For losing myself
and everything else.
I hate my flaws.
They're so many.
Not so bad but so god damn many.
They just...build each other up
so one is painfully obvious at some point in time
but not all of them
not always.
Well, sometimes.
Certain people, certain places
bring them out, all at once.
I can't handle it.
I want to hide
But, I am exposed.
Hideously, painfully, fully.
They won't let me hide.
It won't let me hide.
Let me be, leave me alone.
Let me hide my flaws, bury them.
I don't want to see them
Don't want anyone else to either.
This, I can't forget.
The flaws, the instances where I am bare
Naked, cold, open, humiliated
burned into my brain.
Scar, from a brand, every time.
So many brands, so many scars.

So god damn many.