The phone rang today...
My heart hit the floor,
Knowing it would be you.
Dreading to hear your voice...
Knowing you had nothing to say,
Nothing that I wanted to hear.
You've lost your job;
You're deathly ill;
Your heart is terribly broken;
Your house has burned.

Sigh

I know what you'll say...
It wasn't your fault,
You did nothing wrong.
Everyone else is to blame...
You are the eternal victim,
Nothing happens by your hand,
Everything happens to you.

Sigh

Worse yet is when you attack...
Pointing a jagged finger,
"This is all your fault".
Screaming, ranting,
Accusing, indignant,
What of the other three digits?
The ones pointing to you...

Sigh

Yes mother, I understand...
No mother, you didn't deserve that...
I know mother, it is all so unfair...
I'm sorry mother, it is all my fault...
I'll try harder mother...
I will fix all your hurts...
Lean on me mother...
I am yours alone.



Sigh

Inside I'm dying...
The perfect love I had for you,
Is withered, worn.
I listen in resignation...
To your woeful tales,
I can never make it up to you.
The life I stole from you...
By daring to be born,
I robbed you of your youth,
No fame, no glory, no impassioned affairs.

Sigh

The telephone is ringing again.