A disgrace to the family
That should be me.
Worrying about the others
Who can take care of themselves;
Yet I was the one who couldn't protest.
What happened to the bright side of me,
Where I used to hold the torch of the neat!
Why did I lose my voice
Or did I kill it on my own?
Now they are having troubles for me;
Ashamed of myself,
Why didn't I speak?
The number of victims are increasing...
All I've done is peeking.
Disappointment on their eyes
Hovers around the time.
This is the Karma...
I'm being punished
For what I've done in the past.