IT’S ALL MY FAULT


It’s all my fault that
         my mother had an affair
         and got pregnant
         and didn’t abort me (although she possibly tried)
         and her husband made her give me away

It’s all my fault that
         the people she gave me to were not ideal parents
         I did not respond to them but pretended I had been traumatised
         I kept crying and messing my nappies and annoying them

It’s all my fault that
         my mother didn’t seem to like children very much
         my father was a control freak and I made him angry

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It’s all my fault that
         I made my mother cry and wonder what she had done to deserve me
         I preferred Auntie Alice to my mother
         I let it show that I preferred Auntie Alice to my mother
         I didn’t want to leave Auntie Alice
         my mother didn’t like staying with her




It’s all my fault that
         I hated travelling
         I got travel sick
         I got ill on holidays and had to come home

It's all my fault that
         there was a war on
         the nice Germans were bombing us
         our house was bombed out (twice)
         and we had to live somewhere else
         and Dad had to work,
         and my mother had to look after me



It’s all my fault that
         I got tonsilitis and had to go to hospital
         we had to queue for everything
         I wasn’t an easy child
         I kept getting ill
         I didn’t look after my mother

It’s all my fault that
         I was too clever by half
         I was so sharp I could cut myself
         school bored me
         I played up, and
         I failed my exams

It’s all my fault that
         my father died
         my partner fell in love with someone else
         I met someone new
         I moved her and my mother to Sheffield
         my mother got cancer
         my mother died

It’s all my fault that
         I moved my new partner to Orkney
         I made her open an art gallery
         I made her work
         I made her fall in love with someone else
         I made her go back to Oxford
         I refused to sort out all her belongings
         She had nowhere to put them anyway