I can find a fault in anything
It’s like a puzzle to me.
And I never needed assistance in this before
but lately you seem to dwell on it.
I'm tired of finding what will only be taken away from me
Simply because of other’s selfish reasons
Fueled by their own fear of moving on and away.
And I'm sick of people not caring anymore
Because they’ve become hard from hardship
And transformed their kind eyes
To jealous ones; blind to the beauty they possess.

I wish you could reassume responsibility
And let the world fall into its rightful place.
Playing God isn’t easy
And I don’t suppose you’re prepared for that role.

Angie Flagler