Victim Song Poem by Nissi Lunga

It is never me, it's always them,
a single tear of mine, it's them.
They reason and I cry,
They tell and I lie.
Helicopter of fusses,
a pest on their heads.
It's always about me,
Never them...I guess.
They pat my shoulder,
and I pat theirs.
I protest, 'it was not
hard enough'.
Caught in the middle alone,
they somehow share the faults.
The scape goat of every case,
besides volunteering, of course...
Start it and fail in-between,
ask for help and it arrives late.
I'm the only sad person visible enough,
Because at the end of the night,
I'm still the one wronged.