Being the Scapegoat of Your Anger

It’s no fun, being the scapegoat of your anger, but, I couldn’t fight back, I’d needed you, for my survival, I was, so very young…

Being the scapegoat of your anger, you’d come home, had a bad day at work, someone else got that promotion, and someone almost had a fender-bender with you on your drive home, and, the moment you’d walked in, I’d told the kids to go to their rooms, because I knew what was comin’ next!

not my photograph…

You’d started off, by making the accusations of how bad I was at what I did, I’d taken care of the house, looked after the kids, cleaned, picked up after all of you, and if that wasn’t enough, I’d also had to be, your “sex toy”, something you can just, “relieve” yourself on.

Being the scapegoat of your anger, that, is really, really, awful, but I didn’t know how much it’d had an effect on us, until that time when the kids got into a fight, and I saw shadows of how we’d interacted on them. They were, picking up on our behaviors, without us even knowing it, and that became, alarming, I had to, get myself, and the kids out!

So, I’d, picked everything up, the kids are, packed up inside my car, and, I’d gone to the gas station the previous night, filled up, and I just, drove away, without, looking back again.

and that, is what it looks like…

And now, as you come home tonight, you will feel, that emptiness inside this house of ours (and yeah, I’m still taking HALF of everything, because I EARNED it!!!), and, you will now, feel, the effects, from your own anger, and now, you will be, the S-C-A-P-E-G-O-A-T!