Alone

Sometimes I feel betrayed.
Not by the people I thought that should be by my side, but by myself for trusting them.
Sometimes I feel angry.
Not at people who make me lose control, but at myself, for losing control so easily.
Sometimes I feel hated.
Not by the people who hate me, but by myself for not putting enough effort to be likable.
Sometimes taking the blame is not an option.
These are the times I realize:
Who is here to blame besides me?