All My Fault Poem by Cee Bea

we meet in the eyes
and one of us just does not get it.
Filtered by self absorption
this is a story of steady state
and I have noticed you can not maintain
your stance without wincing

You dont or wont look,
so removed from the obvious
- your world is a closed door.
Now I see
that what you call help…
is a fictitious foundry
of the absurd

"Live my Life"
then tell me about me
who I am, what I do wrong
and why its still all my fault