A self-made victim of the world
It is so difficultly perceived
Absolution for acts and words
So easily faultlessly conceived
No accountability in life
Only a poor downtrodden role to play
Tears of most melodramatic strife
Sorrowful plies to senselessly say
There is then no responsibilty
Only selfpity to keep close by
That all may heed and bend low
Erred truth, lost to a selfish lie
As intricate as a spider's web
It is meant to ensnare the unwary
So that they become victims too
But actually pained and unleery
It is then their 'own' fault
For not knowing of such intent
A lifelong victim's role
Will never selflessly relent
Some in life let things happen to them,
And blame whomever they see.
Some in life make things happen by them,
And take charge for what may be.