Sadness

Sadness is same but the roots vary.The colour of sadness deepens differently on different occasions but the intensity is powered by the root.It pains me more when I feel I am not at all guilty rather misunderstood or a scapegoat I fail to tolerate the pain.What a bad life I have; I have been a scapegoat many a times till now.Often my placement gets misunderstood often my words and often the gathering where I stand or sit.I repent later but they have been there before I presume.I suffer,I suffer,I suffer.Is it true in everybody's life? Might be.