“It’s your fault!”
Words spat at me,
Twisted mouth,
Finger pointing:
“It’s all your fault!”
What’s my fault?
Daring to exist?
Being born?
Being conceived?
What is my fault?
What’s my fault?
That you go out?
Drink too much?
Throw things at us?
Is that my fault?
What’s my fault?
Being a kid
In a life
I didn’t choose?
That’s not my fault.
It’s yours.