Blame

I'm like a target,
the one for which you aim
I am the first one hit,
your purpose is to maim
It's like a bullet
when I hear you scream my name
It cuts right through my heart
and shatters me with pain

And then I bleed,
but I won't bleed for you
Not after all this time,
I think you know the truth
Like a scapegoat,
sort of like a punching bag
except I feel the blows
and the knife that's in my back

MM 1993