My Business III

If, for once, we could listen to the other and forget the erratic complaints we force out, I’d try not to sound so bleak. 

We jump all over the place and never reach understanding. 

It’s beneficial just to wish for anything to come at all. 

Events of misfortune, welcomed by bored and loveless hearts. 

I salute the Lord and pray I will no longer gaze at a broken mirror. 

It's only in my power to walk away from the shards, but a path must be paved. 

I’ve seen for too long shattered reflections of a figure of flesh, 

no ambitions, no meaning, like an animal starving and fading. 

Your perception of me begs you to tell me that I won’t always be this way. 

Who you see as cruel and vain is an assumption I can’t defeat. 

A common interpretation of me you made up of bloodied memories,

shrouded in what you have hoped of me, my destiny is to constantly fight back disappointment in vain. 

Fate is leading me to grace from a lack of vanity. 

Please, force me to fight the instinct to see what we see. 

I don’t want to fall into tenderness if it represents ardent violence all the same. 

It’ll come out in tears if we play along with that same old game. 

Now it is suddenly everything to me to see it through. 

It never mattered to me before. 

It’s the only thing I can do. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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