It’s Not Them, It’s Me

I’m beginning to think it’s me,
my anxious way of thinking,
and overbearing mentality.

Surely it can’t be them,
their sweet-tongued syllables,
and gentle minds.

Their inner beauty reflected
in the carefully sculpted details
that display their enticing features.

I’m beginning to think it’s me,
unable to be handled
without protected mental strength
and delicate hands.

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