Not A Thing

By Shaire Blythe

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

 

Not A Thing

 

Here I am again, a ride that led me right back to here,

I cannot explain how many times I’ve seen this familiar place,

Each time I’m trying to begin a clean slate, and I’m proven wrong,

It’s as if they’re telling me they’re all the same, so give no chances,

 

I must really know that that’s not true, but I couldn’t help it,

In the back of my mind, I’m rewinding the lies and the excuses,

 

It’s not a thing,

You should know I’ve got myself,

No, it’s not a thing,

Let me make it clear, I need no help,

At least not from you,

Not the way you drag me down,

And fool around, Like I really have time for that,

This is not a game,

 

I’ll block out your face, give me time to see tomorrow,

I do feel this shame, and it’s cloaked all over me,

But it will be erased, it never tends to linger, as long as I don’t think,

 

That might be the only way I’ll get by, for now,

I’ve become part of a target range, and my chest is feeling hollow,

 

I am the real thing, standing here before all,

With my heart on my sleeve, I’m ready to exchange it,

 

I must really be careful to not get it trampled,

Not everyone is what they appear like, holding on for dear life…