I’ve heard it said that people
always do what they most want.

It may seem hard to figure,
but consider the grand end-point:

Whatever is most cared about will motivate the rest,
and even an act that seems unpleasant will have its root in this.

So how then when one chooses strife,
declares their own opposition,

claiming trust would never work
and conflict was long predicted?

It means, at heart, that discord was itself the object
and the self-sympathy of being denied the long-desired project.

Don’t puzzle after why you are blamed by one you tried to save
when the nature of his character is building glory from invented pain.

He who basks in passion over his own victimhood
will create the grounds for trauma to sustain frail self-belief

lest whispers of that ceaseless fear creep through the blank old stare
and the mind that rings begin to sound of the responsibility echoing there.

Just leave.