Sometimes I wonder

You bleed,
you cry,
your words,
not mine.
You lack,
you take,
you make,
your mind.

And the world revolves around you,
and your petty little games,
then time stood still as you picked up,
your little plastic pieces,
it is again and always the same.

I have this haunting worry in my mind, whenever I see you and your pretty little face. I worry about the world and its crushing weight upon you, as the sea of life and its torrents flow will your little hermit crab (encrusted with diamonds and laced with pearls) shell hold. Your eyes are as narrow as your mind, you are as inward looking as the mirror that looks back at you. When will you see that the world is a little smarter than you think, that your facades are as clear as glass. No one buys your little plays, no one even cares to tell you. No one is waiting for you to grow up, they are moving on without you. This is my worry, this is the nail I step upon whenever you break down ever so dramatically. You are like a actor that performs to yourself. Wake up Wake up Wake up... and move on.

I wish I could walk away from you, I really really do. I don't know what keeps me here anymore. If you ever read this you will be really angry and sad and... etc. But you will never ever get the message behind these lines. Because you always get angry and refuse to accept anything that is said about you. You have assumptions about yourself that cannot seem to be changed no matter how hard I try. To be honest I rarely get angry with you, I just feel like I gave up.

I have to say this again but it really amazes me how much you can make everything about you.
It is always just about you.
It is always just about you.
It is always just about you.
OK I give up,
it is all about you.
I'll give in and say it again,
its all about you.
So I will leave you to you.