People ask me why I am always quick to blame myself when something goes wrong,

and I remember how all of your apologies were 

followed by claims that you only did it 

because I “egged you on”.

I think it is so very funny that at that age you had me believing

 that the actions of a grown woman were decided

 by a being barely past the stage of a fetus.

Now as the knife returns to my back I realize how 

poorly I was treated.

All but a small child, 

and yet everything you needed

to justify the actions

that despite promises you made,

you once again repeated.

Now, I’ll continue taking the blame as the villain,

as you continue to inflict the same life you gave me

on other clueless children.