Double Standard

Words don't mean what words mean

That's the lesson that you taught

When things get fraught

Suddenly your own methods turn mean.

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Explosive blame

That's the name

Of this insipid game

Rendering conversation lame

Unable to walk again until I tame

My words so they're never the same

As the ones with which you take aim.

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When said by me

Oh, could it be

A vile attack?

Not seeing how close it'll track

To what you've thrown before

Afraid of feeling the bite of what you have in store

For me

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Abandon the discussion

Run and flee

Shut off your emotions

Deny comfort assuming

I refuse to go through the motions

And simply agree

That I am always wrong as a diversion

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But that's not the way it works

Accepting the blame that you refuse to carry

Only shifts the line of attack

Because I forgot to pack

My knowledge that the most scary

Thing you can do is withhold the perks

Of being in your good graces

Because in this game you hold all the aces

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Wild hyperbole

Denial of affection

Accpeting blame as a plan of assault

One used to disarm

But never intentionally to do harm

No

Never

Not even once

Sarcasm

A tool for use by you

A fool, to make of me when I try to make you see

The childish harm you insist doesn't exist

Blame

Always blame

Floating

Nebulous

Never to be taken by me

Only given as a cavalry charge once the lines are broken

And yet by that same token

Unable to be given you

Without a shout and a roar

Knowing that I have nothing in store

To face that awful roar

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Emotions used like so sharp knives

Weilded skillfully against one who only strives

For understanding and conciliation

But the power wielded in unequal measure

To be abused at your leisure

Against the child who rises above his station