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