It's not that I'm in complete acceptance of my shame.
I know I shouldn't be like this.

Fully I'm not, just partly.
I don't blame myself and ponder upon it.
My words just stumble a bit when I'm taken back about this.

It's just
something
that had turn into some kind of reflex in my conscience.

"why?"

Because
My mind is always aware
of the cruelty
of the people around
me.