Thursday, 3 May 2012

The Indirect Victim

They are shouting,
So loud.
It’s dreadful and ugly,
Why am I the victim?

It’s always like this,
The matter is small.
But he loses his temper,
And I am the victim.

I am not the victim literally,
I’m not even included really.
But I am a spectator,
And that is enough.

You might think I’m used to it,
Hell, I think I’m used it.
But it never fails to sadden me anew,
I am always the victim.

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