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"PSYCHOLOGY OF PROJECTION"

"THE GUILTY ONE IS THE ONE PROJECTING"

By Vicki Lawana Trusselli Published 2 years ago 2 min read
COPYRIGHT 2024 TRUSSELLI ART

I wrote these lyrics today after watching bites from the rump rally in Square Gardens. It was full of anger & hate & bigotry. The bigots called Puerto as a garbage dump. I was so angry at the bigots. I wrote a song, composed some music, and a short video to spout out to the world that Latin people are cool. Puerto Ricans rock. So, I chose a blend of music, LATIN ROCK, SALSA, ROCK, PUNK

LYRICS BY VICKI

PSYCHOLOGY OF PROJECTION

The theory of the psychology of projection is a phenomenal viral situation in 2024.

There are people who project their ill feelings, anger, insecurities onto the closest empath standing in their way.

You spewed obscenities at me that day

As you do everyday

you blame me for your failed attitude

that is not subdued

I ask you why

Why do you project your insecurities onto me

You reply

It's all your fault

It's my fault you say

No, you were just caught

In another lie

I sigh

Why?

You yell at me

You are nothing to me

So, let it be

I cry

I say

No

I could be your fake friend

Until the end.

So, then you yell

To me,

Not let it be,

But cruel words of anger

That makes you a danger

To my world,

To your world,

To all worlds,

As you carry on

With your blaming me

For your misdeeds,

Of unconscious reprimanding me

Or any other empath,

The victim of your wrath.

You are jealous and angry.

You sit around spewing obscenities

Of hate and bigotry of amenities

And talents of other people on Earth.

So, tell me,

For what it’s worth

How do you wake up everyday

To your vile words of insanity

Of what may be your reality

To trash the Earth

With your dark soul

Of cruel intentions of old

As your soul was sold

To the vile fiery hell of hades

Of your life of death,

Here is what I say.

Your dark empty vessel of skin

Can not win

You are the demon of Earth

For what it’s worth

You are not anything

You are a blank empty soul

Of nothing

But your lies

Your ego

You cry, you scream

At me

Let it be

You are the epitome of humanity

Garbage dump

Rump

art by vicki copyright 2024

Written by

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

OCTOBER 29, 2024

COPYRIGHT TRUSSELLI ART

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About the Creator

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.

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    Written by Vicki Lawana Trusselli