The Cloak of Victimhood

How did it start?

Does anyone know?

Why did we become victims

Everywhere we go?

Everything wrongs us

All we see in life

Is disharmony and strife.

Oh yes, it exists

But not everywhere

And not all the time.

Can we not see beauty anymore

Anywhere ever?

Can we not see good anymore

Anywhere ever?

Is the cup always half empty?

Is it never half full?

Are we truly hated

If the attention is not ours?

Or are we just acting a fool?

Do we ask for change

Only to be dissatisfied with change

Because the change favored another

More than it favored us?

Or is it simply because we are only

happy when we have control

So we must bend everything to our will

So we change things

Then change them again

And again simply because we must

To validate ourselves

And when we aren't getting what we want

Or another gets for themselves

What we felt should have ours

We cry loudly and point fingers

and ridicule and belittle the other

To make certain everyone understands

The wrong we have endured and by whose hands

Our cloak of victimhood flapping wildly

In the high winds of the ruckus we make.

But are we truly victims?

Or are we victimizers brutalizing others

To get what we want in the heat of the moment.

Are we sheep in wolf's clothing?

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It's time to retire the cloaks of victimhood

Champions don't need them.