Why does everyone ask me to introspect

They think they are ill and I am the one who infects

Isn’t it fair to give love and expect it back?

They leave me alone when its time to repack

They say I write as if I am stuck in some melancholy

But I can’t expect them to love me back equally

I can sugarcoat my words with joy lines

For example I am enjoying my life with a glass of wine

It is easier to pretend than to talk

They speak about themselves and when its my turn they put a full stop

Compared to last year we barely talk

it feels I am a complete stranger in her life who just stalks

Well they say let her realise what she has lost

Who is to be blamed

Is it her or I am the only cause?