Point of Origin
Point your finger at Me,
For I am the only target to see.
I was blind
And I was naive.
I didn't see
How I affected you,
Or how I affected Me.
But time has passed,
And now it is clear
Where it all started.
It began with Me.
I caused My fall,
Yet I blamed you,
Only wanting the best
For Me.
I kicked and I screamed.
Now here I am
Displaced and displeased.
But I won't cause My fall.
No not again.
A new start awaits
And it begins with Me.
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