Mistakes & Blame

I always look around, when I do something wrong

For that someone else, to whom the blame belong

It is not my fault, it’s yours. You know made me do it

You distract me, breathing. Please, I wish you’d quit

We never want to “fess up” and call a mistake our own

We act like little babies, even though we are full grown

We take responsibility for actions that bring us praise

But in answering questions about mistakes, a blank gaze

Now it seems very silly, when we clumsily drop things

To blame the other person, as if they pulled our strings

Why is it so hard to admit that we did something wrong

Are we afraid that somehow it makes us look not strong?