Since I was born I lived for me.
“It’s all for me” is how I’d see.
Not much has changed, even today.
I’m the subject of all I pray.
Seems I have a self-disease,
Killing future memories.
No problem here with self-esteem,
I’m the subject of all my dreams.
If you’re not me, you’re not my love.
I’m the one I choose to think of.
Yet if I could I’d run from me.
My concerns and dreams are all I see.
It feels like I am my own trap,
My heart the trigger that could snap.
It seems I am my own wall
My selfish heart won’t hear You call.
© 9-23-08
Please tell me what you think
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Excellent piece. We all have that disease and should realize it. The closer to God we grow the more we see how selfish we are. A fight we will have till eternity is battling this disease. AMEN!
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It's Hereditary! :(
It's moments of sensitivity like this that are the spark of spiritual growth. Unless you see it, you can't start doing something about it.
Good theme, nice rhymes... and a great Savior to cure it!
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woa
We cane be our own traps and emimes if we let ourself. God is our savor if we listen carefuly wit our hearts and souls. HE only can stop us from being selfish. That why i think when we help others we're not so worried about us anymore. Yay
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Wow.
I have no idea what to say.
I believe
"Seems I have a self-disease,
Killing future memories.
No problem here with self-esteem,
I’m the subject of all my dreams."
is my favorite.
Thank you for sharing this with all of us :]
♥
-Rainbow.
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