Victims
Old enough to realize, but feel it anyway
The heart rises up; the mind holds sway
Thus it is, even after, I’m way past my prime
Those who trigger passions reach out through time.
I grew up fast, scorned heart always bleeding
Bad choices quickly made, happiness receding
The good, the bad, no time to reflect
Swept under the rug, with the bitter tears I wept.
On my knees, I crawled away, left alone to die
I remember the smiles, behind all the lies
Over and over, I hoped it would cease
It didn’t, so I ran away, needing release.
Victim mentality follows where you go
No matter what you learn, no matter what you know
It’s not always right, not always fair
Circumstances will remind you, are always out there.
And if I’m a victim, if I can’t turn it off
When confronted by those who would notice and scoff
Scornful words spoken, triggers renewed
Situations can still wound us, no matter how or who.
Childish behavior, from within and without
Emotions overwhelming, past reflections, there’s no doubt
No matter your age, no matter the years
Patterns in your mind unlock those past fears.
Try not to be the judge, as well as the jury
Because we’ve already noticed, much to our own fury
No matter how we face up to trials and pain
The past comes back to haunt us, again and again.
MLI 8-29-2024
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