Me: A Poem

Oh, selfish heart,

I wish you’d break apart,

Into a million pieces,

So maybe then,

You’d finally see,

It’s not about me.

If they divide,

Will my ego become less wide,

As I separate,

Can I truly become smaller,

Or will they try to divide and defeat,

As they slowly converge and meet?

Oh, selfish heart,

As you break apart,

Into the tiniest pieces,

Please don’t converse,

So you can see,

It’s never been about me.