Don't Try To Fix Me (a poem)

Don’t try to fix me

I am not broken

You’ll get a sprain

from that ego you strokin’

That horse you’re ridin’

May seem high

But my face still meets yours 

Eye to eye

You look at me

And what you see?

A projection of

Your personality…

From strokin' that ego

To beating my wall

I built it to last

You want it to fall

If you saw through the cracks

Shining light on me

Would you be afraid

Of what you see?

I am a mirror

To your soul

Clues to what’s under

The martyr you extol

Make me a distraction

So empty inside

Though relieved for a moment

Inner hunger unsatisfied.

Don’t try to fix me

I am not broken

You’ll get a sprain

from that ego you strokin’

Infinite directions

Our paths’ the same

The kinship you feel

Is from choosing this lane.

Look beyond

The problems you see

Maybe there you’ll find

...Humility...

(c) Acuminous (2012)