all about me

if I got a cut as a small
child,
my mother cried as if it was her
hand bleeding and
needing stitches.
if I fell,
or tripped, and bruised
a knee or chin, or was done
wrong
by someone, she took it on
as if
it was her injury.
when I was broken hearted
after losing
at love,
it was her
heart
that was broken
and disappointed.
she had a way of twisting
life
around
to make it all about her,
and I see the pattern
that I found,
being with women just
like her.
all victims to some degree,
self absorbed,
lacking truly
in sincere and heartfelt
empathy.