It's not my fault

And it's not my fault
But it is, because every
Fault that creases my skin
In all the hollow places
Those fault lines were self-inflicted
And every time my voice
Echoed down the hallways of you
Because I was just too loud
That loudness was of my creation
And every time wasted days laced with anxiety
Tense like the suspension bridge of instability
Dissolved into the blackness of endings
That waste was of my own fabrication
And I know
None of this was my fault
I am a victim of chemicals and circumstances and
Everyone else
But I'd rather live with infinite guilt
Than succumb to external misery