Myself

I don’t like myself.

Myself makes life difficult.

Myself is constantly angry.

Myself doesn’t trust others.

Myself needs attention.

Myself gets emotional easily.

Myself lashes out.

Myself is on the defensive.

Myself latches on to women.

Myself thinks nobody understands him.

Myself writes rhymes that no one ever hears, because no one can listen to myself

But me.

Why don’t I listen to myself?

I could ask myself why he is angry, if I took time.

I could put up with myself.

I could try to earn myself’s trust.

I could pay attention to myself if I wanted to. 

I could be the calm empathy to affirm myself’s emotions.

I could love myself, and not mind if myself lashed out or defended himself against me.

I could listen to the rhymes and read the lines that myself writes,

If I had time.

But I’ve been spending time loving other selfs besides myself.

Customers, peers, pastors, roommates,

Churchmates, poor people, salsa dancers,

Even Jesus.

Which is strange.

Because Jesus loves myself.

He told myself so, and myself told me.

So I should pay attention to the mention that myself makes.

I should learn to listen to myself and see

That Jesus loves myself.

And so I’m asking Him to make me like Him

And show me how to love myself.

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