No. Not you.

Humility, respected in others.

But I... I know best.

Oh no, not me. I’m no one’s fool.

Independent thinker, led only by the noose.

Lessons repeated. No time to learn. Fingers wag, but that mirror?

Self awareness? No.

Self inflated. Self ignorance.

Self pity.

So... so... comfortable.

Blindness, my old confidante. The only one that will listen.

Fingers deep in ears.

Numbing and dumbing.

I make peace with him and him and him.

Claws dug in to claim mine...

But doesn’t that hurt? Don’t you learn you are the only one that wears scars? Your back dotted by those of your past.

You’re wedding. Or funeral. Or birth?

New chapter starts in:

3

2

1

See you soon, when you trip again.

Pauvre filles.