Shoot me! I am the target.
Your rage and your fiasco,
Aim it all at me: Your scapegoat.
Scream, condemn and say that I am wrong.

I’ve gotten used to it now.
I know that you feel much better,
When I don’t insulate my actions,
For then it is a victory … submissive.

Even so, you never neglect to return,
Relish your subjugation, enjoy the intimidation.
There cannot be any resistance at this point,
I never try. No point in winning. So better let it be.

I like winning too, but only if it’s fair.
If fair is impossible, I just let it go.
I’m neither a victim nor a coward,
But I sure am your scapegoat!


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