The Scapegoat

Stress and anger in your life.
You hate your job, you hate your wife.
A dam is built, it holds you back,
But rage is working on a crack
There's someone on the other side,
He's waiting to receive the tide.
Deserving of the pain you bring,
You let him have it, everything.
Your jibes and insults seem to sing.
The Scapegoat's Found.

You can't afford the bills again,
And husbands hiding in his den.
The spark of love has all but gone,
And days just seem to melt to one.
Existing, as your festering mind
Needs to speak and looks to find
The one to blame for all your woe,
The one who made you stub your toe.
Let him have it! Have a go!
The Scapegoat's found.

But if you're gone, who will they blame?
Noone to play their mindless games.
Would they turn upon each other?
Or worse notice your little brother?

The scapegoat must have learnt his place,
As silence meets the angry face
The selfless deed he hides away,
Resolved to face another day.
As long as noone else must play,
The Scapegoat's fine.