A Plate Too Big
Memories evaporate
as I struggle to operate
my life becomes too complicated
stress and strain leave me frustrated
too much on my plate at first
not sure I ordered what I was served
forget going forward or about dessert
food blocks my view unable to observe
I’m stuck looking at a present
where I have lost my nerve
I know I wasn’t always this way
something bad has occurred
currently I’ve lost my way
and it feels it’ll last forever
I don’t want to make excuses
it’s my fault that I suffer
I’m not one to pass the blame
on to any other
but I know I now choose to live
my life as a recluse
I don’t know the reasons yet
but I cut people loose
for now my mind is hiding
all the reasons and the clues
but I must trust my instinct now
before the point it proves
I look to learn from past mistakes
but my past doesn’t fit
it’s like I’m blind to how things started
I just can’t pin point it
It’s almost as if my current theory
where I’m blamed for every bit
isn’t actually what happened
seats where others sit
friends I believe the very best in
cannot be accused
after all they are my best mates
so they wouldn’t abuse
but with them inconsideration
my mind starts feeding clues
situations I needed help
and my God they refused
This plate of dinner is getting thinner
it now reveals it’s artwork
my friends did not behave like friends
they just became hard work
all those memories flooding back
so fast I’m getting heartburn
this food is nearly finished now
they showed me no concern
time is a perfect healer
now my memories aren’t concealed
I know exactly what happened
my trusted instinct reveals
that I don’t need a friend who sees
my pain and gets a thrill
I was right to trust it and cut loose
friends who aren’t real
In this metaphor the dessert is the rest of my life
when that big fat plate of food arrived it blocked out all my eyesight
I couldn’t see tomorrow or the order I placed tonight
I saw the best in those who lie
but correcting it I’m alive
I’ve learned you can’t trust friends
you must have your own back
close the chapter of me broken
from now on won’t deal with crap
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