"Why do you keep playing the victim ?"
write a poem/story using this. Can be about anything. Cursing allowed. pls tag me !!
Why do I keep playing the victim?
I wish I knew.
It's all I've ever known.
I don't know where I acquired it,
but it found me,
Bore with a heavy heart.
It has taken me so long,
the toxicity of these patterns,
but I'm ready to change.
To use myself in a more positive manner.
No longer the victim
I will play.
This is life.
It's a game,
but I'm choosing a new story,
a new role to play.