Miss-Fortunately Is An Alias
The victim weeps constantly
she defends herself when she has no need
and every plead to her sanity
lays rejected in tearful liquidity
She cries out her bullying tactic
of mental anguish
and blackmailed by your own emotional
her reasoning to melancholy so dramatic
and sure to be sorrowful of misunderstanding
a martyrdom's wreck
too hurt by all her own suffering
There is no fault
no compensation
this world of little girl lost
by inconsiderate condemnation
overburdened by the woeful cost
became the victim of herself
Never plausible
this walls defense
the projection of her victimization
an effigy's impersonation
is always someone else
as you trip and scatter on her eggshell dance
There must be someone to blame
for all this pain
some accusation
some undefinable curse must have been given
to drain her strength
to see herself weaken
but still demand your attention
there can be no acceptance
of past indiscretion
and by willing blindness
becomes the parody of her own misfortune
No one can equal her distress
but from somewhere
it has come from someone else
she is battered and bruised
this sweet tiny soul
too timid to confront her guilt
too innocent to escape her own persuasion
and with all her misdeeds
by herself she is eaten
The victim weeps continually
she protects herself when she has no need
they still stand by her
all those who love her
but their compassion
for her it has become her weapon
to entreat a response
to her victimization
There must be someone to blame
for all this pain
and someone else
must carry her burden
someone else must suffer her accusation
be the mirror of herself projection
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