on figuring out where to lay the blame

[franklymydearxx]

my lips move,
spewing words of disillusionment.
there isn't any feeling behind this mask,
my convictions flee like illegal aliens,
and you're to blame.
or more correctly, i am to blame.
i knew you were nothing more than lies and a dead-end.
but i had to plow into the brick wall,
and try my best at crawling out of the shattered pieces.
it's not that you ruined me,
i never let you have that sort of power over me.
i'm just full of disappointment in myself.
i am not who i want to be.
my lips spew words of disillusionment..........