TooSawn Trigger
Brenden: Desert wanderer, heart squanderer, struggling writer.
Me, Myself and I.
I sit on the stair,
while I contrast and compare,
Me, Myself,
and I.Me who is here,
Myself who is there,
and I, who is just
the other guy.Me is all quiet,
Myself is a riot,
and I try to pay them
no mind.They never agree;
I can’t even see
the destruction
that they leave behind.I swears he is blind,
he wants to rewind
and try to
set things right.But he’s scared of the past
and the actions they’ve cast
and refuses to,
out of fright.So Myself and Me,
with sadistic glee
run a muck in the life
of I.With out a care,
this dubious pair
did make the latter
cry.Their actions are hasteful
and rather distasteful,
and cause such an
awful mess.They laugh and they snicker
and crinkle and bicker
and the lot of
poor I’s stress.But what can I do?
It’s one against two,
in this horrible game
they play.I guess his last hope
is to try not to mope
and wish for
a better day.
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