I am petty
I care
But for your good or mine?
This reason defines the nature of the action.
Is the what ever as important as the why?
Personal interests will only ever lead you astray.
To live only for oneself
is to live without real meaning.
So why then?
Who is this really all about?
Is it truly better for it to be you than me?
Was I deserving of this from the beginning of the end?
Petty interests at heart
I am no more deserving of acceptance than forgiveness
You owe me nothing
I, at least, owe you the dignity of choice.
Your choice is yours
I am not to deserve your words
or your recognition
So I will continue on
My pettiness is my choice, to an extent.
I choose to control it
to keep it in
the pain of it is my true consequence.
My care if pained by your lack thereof
But perhaps it is both of us to blame
for the barriers that keep us forevermore separate.
Will they ever dissolve?
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