The Blame Game
She delights in blame.
Pointing fingers without shame.
But totally absent
Of any personal talent.
Her words are alike daggers.
Cutting deep into the heart.
She thinks she's clever.
But in reality, she's just playing a part.
The blame game is her favorite.
Always finding someone to accuse.
But when the spotlight savors it.
She quickly makes an excuse.
She never takes responsibility.
For her own actions and mistakes.
Instead, she shifts the susceptibility.
And creates the most drama and heartache.
But one day she'll realize:
That the blame game is a losing fight.
For true growth and evil lies
Start with accepting what's right.
So let's abandon the blame game.
And bestow ownership of our lives.
Only then can we act without defame
And truly thrive.
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