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.