It
It was tugging me,
I wanted you to reveal yourself,

You created a sore spot,
No one dared to question it.

It contradicts itself,
It is so hidden,
Meanwhile,
It is not supposed to be missing.

Peculation scurried through me,
You caused this without me even knowing you,

Anyone’s mine would scramble,
Mine is stuck.

You’ve taunted me lately,
But I feel bad for you

These are mistakes
Misjudgments