Victim

Beguiled into guilt by those above
the ones you love
allowed but an upward glance
forced to march upon that broken road
a bitter, dark, sweet romance

To overcome the peaks of indifference
and ride the raging torrent of despair
leaving behind who and what you are
the making of the victim is the heir

I swore to myself that I'd be different
I'd learn every point of view
versed in how not just what to think
which trappings to eschew

Oh to always be a captive of desire
enthusiastically filled with hope
Heated by innocence' roaring pyre
forever climbing fames steep slope

Slowly oozing into cells of grey
till clear thought has lost it's way
coursing rivulets through
well intentioned minds
coercing all to play the game

Channeling away the waste
of hate and anger
must begin inside the mind soul
it is not a sign of ill or langour
life is the essence of the goal

Keep the creative ones down in their place
the blaming of the victim
it is said it takes too much to face
the making of the victim
blaming of the victim