It's Not You Poem by Glen Martin Fitch

It's Not You



You had no choice.
It's I who set you free.
'Cause I'm the jerk
who turns the green lights red,
And I'm the scary monster
'neath your bed.
The one responsible
is always me.
You didn't want
to let me in your life.
It's I who keeps
the mice and roaches fed.
'Tis I
who speeds gray mold
around your bread.
I made you hurt me.
Made you live in strife.
You're blameless.
I plead guilty by default
Since I'm the nagging voice
inside your head,
It's I should suffer
endlessly instead.
So blame me.
ME!
You're not the one at fault.
I must have magic powers
over you
to make you do things
you don't want to do.

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