Why can’t you love me for me?

I could just as easily pass away

without you ever truly knowing

what I aspire to be

Instead of being honest you see fit to lie

as I wipe away tears in a mirror

of flaws that standout

Was I never who you wanted to claim

from the start

Or did time erode your thinking

and like minds grew distant as my person

wore on your heart?

Speculating origins

stocking shelves of this emporium

with recycled containers half filled

and half empty

The remedy is influenced by tendencies

so instantly I become my own worse enemy

All the while you refuse to acknowledge

the unique landscape that life has shaped

No more content with being my mate

than the occupancy of a cell

bunking with another type of “mate”

As fate would have it

my view has always been a little off-center

so it is hard to maintain a straight debate

Innate mistakes

that always seems to involve self-damage

beyond a controllable rate

Why can’t you love me for me?

WHY CAN’T YOU LOVE ME FOR ME?

This whole “talking to myself” thing

has got to stop

©Freddie Scott