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Me, Myself, And I.

This goes out To Whom It May Concern

That lesson you wanted me to learn?

To be able to go through anything, and unscathed, return,

to be able to let go, and find a new life, a new sojourn?

Well, It can’t be taught, it can’t be bought

Now in this silent confusion I stay distraught

I’ve fought and sought to be given new thought

But incapable of change, the trap has me caught

We do not change over time, things are revealed

The perpetual cycle of illusions, those things concealed

You didn’t think it was possible, but the scar hasn’t healed

Just like this bleak and overcast future I see, my hope repealed

What was once the certainty and the promise of a happy day

Turned into emptiness and anger, regret of that certain way

The way I was always messing with forces beyond my control

The way no matter how close you were, it felt like the south pole

Cold and desolate I stood shivering, sucked into apathy’s black hole

It was wrong, and it was right, but you decided not to search my soul

I know I was gifted, and I know I was a waste

I know things change after people get a taste

Believe it or not, I think about those times that I chased

You, those thoughts, the memories of us I traced

Back to a time when things were more simple

To a time where I could stare at a dimple

Small and insignificant on your face

And remember that heart stopping grace

But even that I had to erase

If I wanted to have room for a place

In my heart for a new hope

But just like a corrupt pope

I dash people’s dreams

I cut the bridge at the seams

I burn down the palaces

I shatter the chalices

The memories are dissolved into the unconscious dark

A place where I am haunted, they call to me “Hark! ”

All just to replay and say my past wasn’t okay

As if I had snorted some yay or eaten some hay

You treat me like an addict, or an animal, so I pray

Punish me for those things I like to involve in my nights

Or please just give me salvation and absolve the rights

Of my free will because all it does is curse and instill

The ways of apathy and laziness, as if I was an addict on a pill

Because I never was who they said I was

I wasn’t your brother or son or your cuz

The golden boy who couldn’t keep himself pure

So he was stained and lost worth, they were unsure

He found out on mother earth, for his disease there was no cure

Protect them from me. Myself? I was only the messenger.

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