Think About It

 acceptance comes in waves

crashing upon the rock cliff of my existence

you know not what you do

you have no idea

how broken you are

and how broken you will remain

my driftwood self reflection

grows cancerous

mirroring your blindness

and selfish control

how pitiful yo be with...

that...

and yet have no idea

or maybe you do,

and that makes it all the worse.

if i sit and dwell

on what i am 

it brings what you are

so much closer to home

and even tho 

that shouldn't be the result

a doctor can't help

but point out a tumor

when he sees one