Blame
When I' m feeling low
I scurry away, I hide
for im to ashamed to show
what' s lurking deep down inside
I am the one who let him in
my guilt I feel fully
if only I could have seen
my loved one was my bully
to feel smart and big
he'd use force of fist and leg
made him feel a big man
to watch a woman beg
down crying on my knees
not infront of our son
dont hurt me, i beg you please
scared in his daddies arms
my precious little son
crying, kicking,screaming
dont be bad to my mum
I don' t hate him, just what he became
its took me years, but now i know
it wasn' t me, it was him to blame
Copyright © Karen Porter | Year Posted 2013
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