Gone from it all

Promises are engagements or vows
That is granted without fear
For there is an assurance
And the worries disappear

I think a promise is an oath
To that other someone
You'll be subject to scorn if you
break it, and that y0u're over and done

They are not meant to
be broken so easily
They are an ironclad rule
Much more powerful than idle remembrances
and even more than the usual assurance
Those who break it are just too cruel

So what am I now??
A liar, a good-for-nothing??
Maybe a bastard or a weakling
Or even a bum,, or just maybe nothing

Nothing in your eyes,
Because I've broken a promise
So, I'll take in all your attacks
For what I have done is
Worthy of a crime, so I will
Not blame you if you all turn your backs

Man, I hate this all
And I still cant believe
That I did this hideous
Crime on Christmas Eve

What should I do??
Now that it's Christmas, the real thing
Accept all misfortunes
That Christmas brings