Not Me

Convenient for you

Doing it again

To myself, I’m not true

You call it “being a friend”

Why am I surprised?

you’d think I would get wise

tell me what you really think

instead of all these lies

I am thirty two and still

have much to learn from you.

Keep myself locked away

Afraid of doing things the wrong way

I’ll measure every word

and second guess what I haven’t heard.

Sad and distant, not what we should be

I think I may finally get that its you,

not me.

What do you think?