Anything but that.

Here I am again
Blindly following
A promise that was
Never made unto
My self-destructive
End;

The price of making
Make-believe the
Only truth I seek
Is disappointment
Once again;

And you’d think I’d
Get it one of these
Days, with all the
Consequences I
Always seem to pay;

Investing everything
I have in every
Opportunity,
In what I know is
Never guaranteed;

It’s just so much
More interesting
Than anything
I have to give
Myself;

There’s nothing left
To get except my
Self-respect, but
I just cannot save
Me from myself.

Reviews

[Emily B]

gosh, this has been hanging around a long time to not have any reviews. may be you've said everything there was to say and nobody else has had any better truth. I was just saying a little bit ago that I am glad so many people tolerate my foolishness. I would be too narrow without that. There would be no flights of creative fancy. No quiet wisdom. I would be half a woman and not tall enough to see straight to the heart of anything at all.

it is a good write. and may be you don't really need saved from yourself. I imagine your self is worthy enough.