I said, "I'd rather have a slap in the face than a knife in my back...." Can anyone hear me?!

I sometimes wonder how many times a day someone asks, "Why me?"
We ask the sky
the wind
the blades of grass beneath our toes
the reflection in the water
to no avail.
Why me indeed.
I stopped asking that question months ago.
I stopped praying months ago.
I stopped wishing on stars months ago.
I stopped looking for hope months ago.
You know, whoever YOU might be, anything good I have going for me ends up as a tragic, body mangling train wreck. Any survivor that crawls away from the wreckage screams and curses at me, the conductor.
And this leads me to my new question,
"What did I do this time?"
Because it has to be me.
Anytime I and someone else get into a spat, they play the victim card.
Is that an instinct around these parts?
Did I miss the effin memo?
I'm so SICK and TIRED of the same ol' crap from everyone.
"WELL NO NO NO, I NEVER SAID THAT"
When deep within your core, theres a man with blades for fingers RIPPING you to shreds with each lie you try to feed me.
Well let me tell you something, that little man and I, well, we're good friends. And when I look at you, I see straight through you to him.
I see your lies.