The cycle of blame

Aya Kadid

There are two voices in my head

One is blaming me, and one is blaming you.

I don’t know which one to believe,

I don’t know which one is true. 

They both sound right 

And they both sound wrong.

I keep fighting the battle of “it’s my fault” 

And “no it’s not, it’s his fault” 

I keep replaying everything in my head 

Trying to find a reason to pin it on 

I’m stuck in this vicious cycle and for what? 

You are long gone 

And have probably moved on. 

  • Author: a.k (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 14th, 2023 13:33
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 18


  • Myth

    Suffering begins when justifications intersect before our eyes.
    Self-blaming becomes a painful daily routine.
    Then the spell of the moment mutates into a wonderful new poem.

    (I'm overwhelmed )

    • Aya Kadid

      It’s like, the hurt is good for my art, which in this case is poem writing. In a way, there’s beauty in everything

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