Bitter and Wiser

When I look at you and rage envelopes me, I am using you as my excuse.
I won’t have to look at myself.
I won’t have to examine my insides.
And that’s the easiest way,
The only way,
For me to run from whatever it is
That’s tearing me up.
My pain is your fault.
Your pain is mine.
And we dance this dance together, for all of our days.
Why would any other way be better?

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