Why do I leave a trail of tears wherever I trod?
Innocent people, undeserving of punishment but receiving it anyway . . . because of knowing me.
I try to be sincere. I try to be kind.
But I have a way of leaving a path of pain behind me as I push forward in life.
Shall I stand stagnant and still?
Do I drop and dismantle my desires?
Or carry on, hoping the poison I emit will eventually be used up and gone?
Tonight I cry . . . my own torrent of tears.