The Blame Game

The Blame Game

It’s my fault for starting it.

It’s your fault for overreacting.

It’s their fault for reacting so over the top over you overreacting.

It’s my fault for being too sensitive to where they would need to react so over the top.

It’s none of our faults for just being kids.

It’s his fault for teaching you to overreact,

And it’s his fault again for teaching them to do so as well.

But he’s too valuable to lose, isn’t he?

The blame game is deadly

Especially when it’s taken literally

Where one person dies,

And whoever is blamed dies too.

When everyone anonymously votes who their better off without

And when whoever is kicked off the island second left before anyone voted.

Who died first?

And did they deserve it?

And everyone votes no.

But who died second?

Does it matter?

Because the first half of the people feel the need for it to be them,

And the second half is too soaked into tragedy to realize they’re relying on the first half.

It’s her fault it’s her fault it’s her fault

No one believes it

Except her

She’s taking the medicine

And getting her shoes on

To leave to go be the caregiver

We all need her, but she only has so much time.

“If only things were different?

If only I did things differently?

If only I was different?,” she questions.

I wish the blame game wasn’t so deadly.

And don’t try to convince any of these lovely folks it wasn’t either of their faults,

They won’t listen.  They’ve already heard it.

I wish the blame game wasn’t as deadly as it is, but alas.

We’ve seen this all before.