Of a Dozen Culprit and a Time of Gold

I would have known better
if only they have asked,
and yet I tell myself,
I'm just someone
to be knocked out.

And yet to be blamed
when all things around me
seem to fail down to its dregs,
I stand alone amidst a dozen woes
made by each culprit,
of time well spent,
of seconds made gold.

Seems I care not at all,
though tears do easily fall;
I'd rather knock to the goblin's door
'til I finally meet the final floor.

Got no time to be back
and start to where
the whole world wanted;
And I, left behind...
With only I, me and all the woes I had.

Bitter to where I should start
and living a life left by the untouched.
This is all I have,
and this is all, they say,
I deserve.