Everyone But Themselves
Don't have a very high opinion of you
as the years flutter by
infrequently they pop out of the woodwork
with another self indulgent
self righteous crusade
that benefits nobody but themselves
Maybe I should name names
these inflated egos that conspire
wanting everything
including their hearts desire
but I'm too tired to play another round
of these one way games
people are strange
getting off on this pain
they aim to inflict
on everyone
but themselves
Lets throw our brother beneath the bus
and they wonder why
I have issues with trust
sorry to disappoint
if you're waiting for me to cry
go ahead and try
Confide in me then ride me
the last email read like some form letter
I saved it for posterity
or maybe for its hilarity
a good laugh guaranteed
for everyone but themselves
How can you take my written thoughts
these emotionally driven words
hoping to drive a wedge
or push me over the edge
but that's never going to occur
Even the eventual death of me
with it's impartial uncertainty
will never silence these thoughts
so this pointless anger that you wield,
with your tarnished humanity
a vendetta fueled by banality
another cherished moment made unreal
mathiasthom
written 10/9/10
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