"The Burden of Your Own Mess"

You’ve built this world with careless hands,

A maze of chaos where nothing stands.
You chose to turn away, ignore,
And now the mess is at your door.

No more excuses, no more lies,
The truth now stands before your eyes.
You chose the path, you made the choice,
Now bear the weight of your own voice.

For every action, every thought,
Has brought you here, to what you've sought.
You cannot run, you cannot hide,
The mess you've made, it cannot slide.

You’ve turned your back on what is right,
Now face the storm, the endless fight.
You cannot blame, you cannot plea,
For only you hold the key.

Clean it up, or let it stay,
Buried deep, where shadows play.
The lesson’s clear, the truth unfolds:
The price of neglect is paid in folds.

So stand, and face the wreck you've made,
For in the end, there's no escape.
You’ve shaped this fate, now see it through,
For no one else can clean for you.