Accidents

I never meant to hurt anyone
Being malicious is solely my disposition
It is not calculated, it's intuition
It is impulse
What I gave to you all
The hurt you felt or feel
Is my obsessive appeal
We are both victims involuntarily
There is nothing you did wrong
Of your perfection I am jealous
So forgive these acts, zealous
Which enjoy your displeasure
What I give to you
The agitation and anguish
The pain you wish to vanquish
Is what it is to be me
But I never meant harm, I couldn't
It was only in my nature to do so
I told you this before I know
So your indignation's cause you won't forget
And in solitary when you all walk away
I won't be surprised or feel neglected
From my harrowing ejected
More torment for me to endure
And echo onto others accidentally