Your Fault

You've wasted your life
Chasing pennies and dollars
Spending time on people who do the same
They treat you like a commodity
I treated you as a gift

My circumstances were poor, that's true
But you chose to see me
As a line on a tax return
Not a partner in life

Embarrassing, you had to avoid
It was your choice to end it
That's not my game
I don't hurt the people I love

Now you're middle aged
Looking back on a wasted life
And beating yourself up inside
Though taking no action for betterment

My life is full
And pure
I have no enemies
Only friends and other ones

What do you have to show for it all?