I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

My mom had a miscarriage.
Maybe it serves her right.
Karma coming back to her.
But a poor, innocent, unborn baby was harmed in the process.

At least a baby won't be brought in to this messed up family.
Sometimes I wish I was miscarried.

My parents were really upset.
They filled the void with alcohol and harsh words.

Apparently it was my fault.
I have absolutely no idea how.

But as for right now, I'm taking the blame.

I am guilty.