Motives are never quite pure.
We need to protect
Images that make us whole.
It is better than understanding.
Of course I was interfering!
That’s what parents do.
We can’t bear the crap that surrounds us,
And believe we can help.
Certain we’re not the problem
We stumble into dense undergrowth
Pointing the way out,
Without seeing traps.
It’s his fault,
And her hands aren’t clean.
How can they see us in such a light?
Do I deserve this?
What example did I set?
Was I wrong to worry
And point out pitfalls?
Why is this happening to me?
We lent them money.
We are not wealthy.
I am angry and hurt,
And don’t know what to do.
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