More the Victim

I've listened endlessly to your injury.
You want to talk about your resource,
You want to talk about suffering.
Maybe sympathy is all you're really hungry for,
Because you just criticize and you finger-point,
And you say that they beat you down.
You may be victimized,
But you're still the one who won't just get up off the ground.
I used to be as innocent as you.
My excuses ran out, ran out of things to complain about.
Fear will always find a way to show right through.
You want to be more hurt than me.