The Escapegoat

When I was young enough to never knew better
I became the store for other people's aggression,
which was what I was required to be at the time.

When others removed my exit from them

they made it seem like I 'had no choice'

but to accept what ever they offered.

Equally when their defences developed gaps
then I 'had no choice' but to leave, 
carrying with me the burdens they left me with, 
burdens I could not see that I was carrying.

Now it seems I 'have no choice' 
to live with little sense of burden
for having lived with so much in the past.

I wonder what my next loss of choice will be....