am i the one to blame?

i am the one to blame?
i'm going insane.
your stupid jokes,
my brain just smokes.
i'm tired and confused,
feeling sort of abused.
as i try to figure out
find a space to pout,
out all of these insaities,
weary extremeties,
lost and belittled,
always in the middle
of these rights and fights,
and great bright lights.

am i the one to blame?
for all of these reasons that you came.
for the fact that you still call me,
and the reason that i can only see,
you when i look in the mirror,
feel no pain as the oven seers,
my hand.
in the middle of band-practice.
and it hurts,
when you are curt.

am i the one to blame?
for your helpeless desires,
for the way you burn your tires
on a road marked for home.
all i can see it the white foam,
covering up your eyes,
making me believe all your lies.
You say your okay,
everything that you say,
makes me believe that your not,
and i'm caught...
wondering...
am i the one to blame?