The Brunt

Funny, how I am always to blame
for an unexpected disturbance
- a ripple in the routine

Whatever it might be
you come at me
and every single time
it sinks me

I've reasoned that whatever I do
or have done,
you will find a way
to punish me

You haven't been in my life
in many years,
but you still expect something from me
you are the chaos that robs the calm

If we didn't have a child,
I'd be long gone
but here I am
trapped in this limbo
having to endure
an attack almost weekly

And there is zero benefit
to any of it,
I can't trust the nice
because I know
at some point
you will lash out at me

You weren't happy
when I was there,
and you're still not happy

So maybe it wasn't me.

But I see
you'd still like to believe
it always is and will be