Mr. Victim


Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

here we are again.

Well,

I’ve been seeing

you from afar

and up

close.

You’re everywhere, in everyone.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim

how long has it been?
How long has it been

since you last shook hands with

someone?

They open their

door

and welcome you

in.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

making your self

at home.

Taking control,

finding the ones

who welcome you

and use you.

You love being

It.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

messing with them all.

You enter them

they love being one

of yours.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

You shout out excuses!

You are the only one!

You are the one

everyone

hates!

You are the one

who is so ugly!
And hated!

And alone!

Oh Mr. Victim! Mr. Victim
You have swallowed them

all

whole.

Mr. Victim. Mr. Victim.

You have swept over the entire

world.
All of the people

have had you for a

sleepover.

I hope they had fun,

oh, they must have.

Not look at the person

inside of them.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim.

You blame it all

on

others.

Nothing is your fault.

It is all there’s.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim.

Everyone hates you.

They are all against you.

No one understands you.

No one wants to know you.
You are so very alone.

You are so misunderstood.

You are so depressed.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

you shook hands with

Mr. Victim.

Willingly, you

handed it all over

to Mr. Victim.

Now look at

you.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim

I hope you’re enjoying your stay,

because

they are happy to have you.

So happy indeed!
I wonder if they know, Mr. Victim,

that they

welcome you so!
They complain and whine

saying other and such

they have no idea

they love playing

your role, Mr. Victim.

Perhaps they’re unaware of this.

Or maybe, you both

frolic in the

fields of life.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim

You found another home,

another pawn.

They scream one thing,

they feel something

they don’t care

or bother

to fight.

They love being

the victim.

These people, you

see.

You’ll find

love playing

Mr. Victim.

They invite him

openly

and cry out

but don’t leave

where they are.

They are actually

very OK

with you,

Mr. Victim.

They are very good

at masks,

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim.

Play pretend,

again and again!

Build up pain,

cry against it,

but secretly enjoy

it.

They play the victim,

Mr, Victim,

again and again,

ignoring chances to

be the

one to kick you out,

Mr. Victim.

Well I’m sorry, Mr. Victim,

but I’ve shook hands

with Mr. Almighty.

You can take your words

and feelings

elsewhere,

no, I

don’t need your

ways.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

I see you everywhere

I am pained,

full of empathy,

but I am also

very sick

and angry.

Human nature does

not have to have

Mr. Victim,

I’ll assure you.

Mr. Victim, Mr. Victim,

have you realized yet?

You have many homes,

but One has more power.

-Angela R. Watts

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