Victim Poem by Amanda Braccia

Helps on the way,
You might be okay.

I make no promises though,
Your levels are low.

You're always acting mad,
To cover that you're sad.

Stop building a wall,
The bigger, the harder it falls.

Stop getting sympathy from them,
Take responsibility, last time was when?

You throw the victim card on the table,
Hi, I'm Innocent, was your label.

Step up and be a man,
You're the reason this all began.

This is for you to see,
The so-called victim is me.