I rise above all of this guilt, your guilt.
Not willing to be your scape goat, your whipping boy.
I will not be diminished. 

I rise above all of this pain, your pain. I have plenty of my own.
I am barely able to breath when you slide it onto my back as if, I should carry it for you. 
I will not be diminished. 

We are both adults and need to shoulder our own loads, our own pain, our own mess. 

I rise above all of this, your mess
I will not be your patsy, your fall guy.  
I am, right now, overthrowing your self loathing, I will defeat my own, soon enough.

 I rise above all of this, I refuse to be diminished.
 

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