Changing Perspective

I know he didn’t mean to convey what she felt

Though he was pretty wrong in the way he dealt

He knew he was at fault

But never gave his habits a halt

My poor friend was so heart broken

Not a single happy memory to remember as a token

So beautiful and naughty

But then she could also be very haughty

Why is it that we all blame him?

Why are we filled with hatred for him to the brim?

Is it possible he didn’t have a choice?

That her obsessiveness never allowed him to rejoice

Then, wouldn’t he be the poor one?

His life, must then, have become a sarcastic pun

Is it possible she never gave him any space?

I do remember, his every step she would trace

Then, how would he be expected to suffice?

He managed a year, even that is a surprise

Is it possible that she is the one to be blamed?

That she controlled him as a pet to be tamed

Then, was he just trying to get free?

Better to fall than hanging from the tree

Is it possible I was blinded by my friendship?

Blaming the one who went through all the hardship

Oh lord! Tell me with whom to sympathize?

The victim or the friend I was always eager to patronize..