A/N: a special thanks to Erik, who inspires me where ever i go, anything i do. ...the sad thing is that he doesn't know who the hell i am. darn! also...i don't own anything...but i will D (not...DANG!)

It's Not My Fault

It's not my fault that my face

In public I cannot show

It's not my fault that I am covered

With death from head to toe.

I cannot control the way I look

For it isn't my fault, the way I was born

I can't help the fact that nobody listens

Nobody cares, nobody mourns.

So ask yourself, did I deserve all this?

Shunned, shamed, into dark and forlorn solitude?

Perhaps one day you'll look back and realize

That it was not my fault.