Blind, or self obsessed
You may call me a depth I’m afraid to reach into
A force among complacency
Never meant to blend
But dying to all the same
I walked through shrapnel
Let my feet snag on objects that once were
Filed through my list of things, people who I wanted to fit holes
But they were never the right size
Never looked right
Changed me in ways I did not like
I am a chameleon blaming the world for my change in color
Setting bombs in my life
It is easier to walk away from things that can not be fixed
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