In the echoes of my mind,
Whispers of blame unkind,
I've made my share of mistakes, it's true,
But why must I bear the blame, askew?

Pointless arrows, unfounded cries,
Accusations soar, truths disguised,
I stand accused, with no defense,
A scapegoat for life's turbulence.

Mistakes are lessons, paths to grow,
Yet...