Blame is SO
Easy…
Isn't it?
Because hey
Who wants
To take responsibility
For anything
Really?
Easier to
Project my
Insecurities on
My beloved
Than admit
There is something
Wrong on my
Side of the fence.
More comforting
To say it's
Their fault
And get reassurance
From those
I am emotionally
Bleeding dry…
Some people
Say I am a
Vampire.
Some people
Call me
Drama Queen…
Trouble maker…
But I can tell
You all the reasons
It is anyone
Else's fault
But my own…
I'm just
An innocent
Victim
In all this.
Eventually…
The sympathy
Runs out…
The emotional wells
Go dry…
And people,
Friends,
Family
Get tired of all
That #$%^.
Scream and wail
Point and blame
But in the end
All that is
Out there
Come from
What's in
You.
Death and loneliness
Await the projectors
And eternal
Victims.
Some die
Swearing it
Was someone
Else's fault…
But if you don't
Find out
The truth
From the inside
Out,
The blame
You place
“Out there”
Will kill you
And it's
Name is
Cancer,
It's outcome
Is Dementia.
It's tragedy
Manifests
As your
Heart attack…
Stroke…
And not
Of genius.
Your life
Is at stake,
So
…
Choose wisely,
Or not.
