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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