It was all a dream. . .
You thought you were real?
You thought you were a big deal?
You only looked at yourself, while ignoring everyone else?
You live in someone else’s dream
It’s not even your own dream
It’s a collective contribution
With no individual retribution
You feel lonely because you aren’t seen
But you don’t see anyone else
You’re the only one seeing yourself
You expect so much from everyone else
Without doing anything for them yourself
You expect perfection from them
While giving yourself a free-pass
You only love your own image
While plotting your revenge
On everyone that you feel slighted you
You
You
You
You’re all about you
Like you’re the only one living here
You know it’s true
You’re familiar with this view
You can feel these words making your insides hot
As you continue to pretend to be someone you’re not
You tell yourself that you aren’t that selfish
That I must be talking about anyone else than yourself
But your stomach turns
And your bones burn
Because you know that you live within your own skin
And you know that your eyes see the lies
And that your tongue spouts bullshit sometimes
But you plead ignorance
As if it makes you innocent
You think that you’re the most genuine person you know
But that’s only because you’re the only person you really know
And you know
That so much of life is just a show
You assume that you’re authentic
While trying to hide your real shit
Making sure no one can see it
You act like you can control your own thoughts
Pretending like most of them don’t haunt
You
You
You
Your whole life has only been about you
But 7.2 billion other souls breath this air
So selfish in a world that we all share
But you only care
About how someone else makes you feel
Not even aware
How you make them feel . . .
You thought you were real?
You thought you were a big deal?
You only looked at yourself, ignoring everyone else?
With an ego so big that you can’t even ask for help. . . ?
Thank you Clint. At this moment I do not feel alone.