questions

we walked different path,
we saw different things,
we understand life in different view.
yes, we fight, we argue.
but why do you have such hatred?
why do you have such tendency to differentiate us?

was it my fault?
was i wrong?
was i so wrong that you couldn't talk nicely?

sometimes i just want to lay down on your laps,
get you warm hands to pamper me,
but i guess i am too old for that.
and i guess u thought i need it no more.

so why bother?
why pretend that you care?
why come and reach my heart, just to break it to pieces?

i guess, still, its my fault.