Painful Blame

I'm not looking back.

Who I am is my past.

You think my mother's a disease

So you're unable to see

I'm not her, I'm me.

When all was gone

It wasn't long

For you to choose

Who would now be bruised.

I'm not the source-yet get hit

With all your anger's force.

My eyes are his.

My humor is hers.

I'm part of them both,

But my actions are my own.

I promise I didn't know.

My mother ran the show.

But if I had-trust me

I'd still have my dad.

Please watch your words.

They cause deep hurt.

The fact that I'm older

Doesn't make me a soldier.

Inside I'm a helpless girl

Trapped in my past world.

Stop playing this game.

You're blame causes pain.

Three things you don't see:

I'm not yet free.

I don't choose to look back.

I'm simply stuck in the past.