'I Thought We Were Talking About Me? ' Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I see the 'me-me I-I' in you.
I was there...
Glued to myself too!
Thinking the world didn't exist,
Until I awakened.
With beliefs that my wants,
Belonged to everyone's wishes.
And on my tantrum days...
I went ballistic!
If my needs were not being fulfilled!
Whether or not...
It took magic to make my whims realistic.
And then one day I was slapped by truth!
When I took a backseat to a waning youth.
Maturing made that happened.
Glad I am that it did.
I was getting to the point I couldn't stand myself.
And there's nothing like watching a grown man in tears...
Because he doesn't like himself,
Or who he is!
Or what he has done to make others run!
Today I thank God that guy has gone!
Now I deal with someone...
Who thinks he knows more about life than anyone!
And 'now' I don't know which one I'd rather deal with!
At least I am kept entertained!

'I thought we were talking about me? '

We were!
But don't you think I am a better topic?
Comeon...
Be subjective about it!