The Blamer

I sit here alone, fingers fly free and

I can’t stop the thoughts, wishing you cared for me

No, I mean, honestly caring for my being

You know?

More than what the eye can see, and

Deeper than the surface brings

But that's not how it appears to be

And I know, maybe I’m making it out to be

Worse than situations really deem

But things keep building inside of me

And these are what my feelings speak

If I - let them loose it’s, “You’re wrong, Bri”

So prove me wrong and set me free

Don’t tune me -

Out when I’m speaking

Don’t diminish my feelings

Don’t underestimate my intelligence or my a-bil-i-ties

And don’t

Fail to respect me

Respect me, because I’m -

Smarter than the average bear

And deeper than the ocean blue

I’m wiser than you think I am

I’m always seeking truth

I can

Do whatever in my life that I dream up

This will fly frequently from these lips

You should take notice as I say this

I'll stay true to me, I've got no limits

Believe my words or not, this is true on no front

The world is my oyster, my knife isn't be blunt

But then, why do I let these silly things linger

Knowing I can

Count the fallacies on my wittle fingers

And all the ways that they have cared

And all the things that they have dared

To do for me in my greedy life

And keep me from the roughest of strife....?

Ungrateful me can finally see

The plaguing problems persisting to be

Alive here inside of me

The cause isn't them, they, he, she, or we

The fault lies within my own being...

-Briana Stewart