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It Is My Fault

I keep blaming society for using me and dropping me like a bomb,
but, really, it is my fault.
I expected society to be kind to me just as I was kind to it.
I expected society to pick up when I call just as I picked up when it called.
I expected society to break a leg for me just as I broke a leg and an arm for it.
I expected society to have my back just as I guarded its back and much more.
I expected society to break my fall just as I cushioned it when it fell.
In fact, I expected society to show up just as I showed up.
Boy, was I wrong and self-misguided.
I have learned my lesson and I'm learning to correct my mistake.

Thursday, November 5, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: self help
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I lived life expecting to get in return what I give, boy was I wrong.
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