04/03/2013

ME, MYSELF AND I

I always seem to find myself lost.
Always wandering.
I wonder why.
I've been down this path before.
I think I am the one who wore it in.
I am always getting in my own way.
Pushing myself aside.
Angering myself.
I'm always beating myself up.
My own worst enemy.
Why can't I be my own best friend?
I just don't get along with me.
I know me just too well.
I lie, I always believe my own lies.
When it comes down to living 
   I always betray myself.
Always at odds.
An endless argument.
An ongoing battle, living in a stalemate.
I just cannot live with myself any more.
But wherever I go there I am as well.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(04/03/2013)

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