The finger pointing…self annointing
It’s not my fault; it’s the pain, abuse, and salt
On my wounds I allow to bleed freely
Sliced by the growing nails of “not me”.
I roll my eyes and laugh at others’ lies
While I live the same…thinking I’m sane.
We build our own traps without even knowing
Trapped by steel bars whispering “not me”.
You wake up 0ne day and say you will stay
But that was my thought…I think you were bought
Question the why you fake happiness
You pour coffee before a shower and blink “not me”.
I turn on the T.V. and believe what I see,
Walk through my day with nothing to say,
Striving for wealth and love and stuff
Never questioning that lonliness is “not me”
We all run a race that others will trace,
The glory of winning…forgetting beginning
It’s your choice to participate and anticipate
The game that is playing “not me”.