Was It?

Was it my fault telling you my deepest secrets, which has left me in so many regrets?

Was it my fault to cut open my wounds, while you chanted victory encircling me with hounds?

Was it my fault to open like a book, when you only gave me a tough look?

Was it my fault to share my moments happy and sad, which made everything so bad?

Was it my fault telling you all my weakness, while you were trying hard to impress?

Was it my fault to make you hear the stories, while you celebrated them like glories?

Was it my fault to cheer you up on your bad days, while you made me sad in your harsh ways?

Was it my fault to cry on your shoulder, while you pretended to be my soldier.