Of question and confusion

I hear the world speak…
I ignore the words,
I hear the tone… and it seems pissed…

Why must I be the one to bring confusion…?
I only am who I am…
no one else…
I bring with me the pain of one who lives for eternity…
I bring not gifts of joy…
call me pain…
call me hate …
I only respond to these titles…

Why do you come to me and demand perfection
when I confess that I only know how to destroy?
You call me ignorant…
I call you the same…
You say im wrong…
I give you the blame…
Why oh why
do you pretend that I am the man in your dreams?
I confess my weaknesses… you ignore me…
but I’m ignorant…
I am not the child of who you may think..
I am my own person… wrong in my existence…
but still you pretend that I am the man in your dreams...