Three times I was promised on something,
Three times I was denied.
I want to blame people for their insolence,
For their false hopes,
For their short-mindedness.
I want to let my emotions run free,
So that they can see
That while I’m gentle in nature
I too have power as deep and as mysterious as the ocean:
Serene when calm, unstoppable when provoked.
But I know, deep inside, that it is not their fault.
I know, deep inside, that I accomplish nothing
If I become the person I very dread:
Insensitive, Selfish, Inconsiderate.
So who am I to pass judgment?
For I too am human,
and I may have committed the same mistake in ways I might not even notice.
Who should I blame for the unfairness bestowed on my fate?
Who should I accuse for the false hopes and empty promises?
Three times I asked a question,
Three times I’m left unanswered.