What we do to accuse,
Others of doing to us.
Is often what we have done,
To ourselves to continue to do.
With an expectation,
Those accusations made.
Placed to claim and blame,
On others...
Will relieve us,
From a guilt to feel.
That heals us to eliminate,
Insecurities we have.
That remain real.
Kept unable to face.
Regardless who we choose,
To fault and intimidate.
Until they confess and admit,
Of having some responsibility.
For our childish.
And ignorant reactions!
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