People are more concerned about you,
when you are on the medication.
People worry about the illness,
whilst you are undergoing therapy.
People shower you in support,
after you have drowned in loneliness.
People nurture you when you are loud,
and neglect you when you are quiet.
People mend the wound
and ignore the weapon.
… I blame the people,
because it isn’t their fault.
Myself is a product of me,
and me is a product of your innocence.