The Exception that Proves the Rule

My alternative philosophy
Sometimes put to the test
And by my findings, I conclude
Nothing is always best.

Black Hole

There’s a hole in the door
That you fill up with stories
Of how aggrieved you truly are
No one fixed all of your worries
They tiptoe around your collapsing star
And how cruel of them, the villains
Who kept your life from being full
But it’s you who embraced those darker feelings
And it’s you who made the hole.

To-do

Well, I’ve a hundred things to do
And the memory of one or two
And the sooner I get to it,
The sooner I’ll get back to you.

Skewed

I always figured that you noticed
Or maybe I just never thought
But now I can’t unknow this
It’s a problem that we’ve got

I took it for granted
That you thought about it straight
I didn’t like much where you landed
But I prefer friendly debate

But you, you’re only angry
And now you’ve given a good look
At the skew you call responsibility
When it’s the one thing you never took.

Into the Storm

Every sign I see
Says “Do not follow”
Yet that is where I’m supposed to be
Instead of adrift in the shallows.

Real

I can’t say that it’s on you;
I know it’s me who steps aside.
You can’t police my panic,
And I can’t talk straight while I hide.

Maybe I am simply manic,
And you’re the normal one who has to deal.
Yet anytime that I am asking questions,
You’re the one who can’t be real.

Rewritten

What of responsibility?
Will you tell me to live onward,
And never show me how?
When you’re too much a coward
To have the answer you pretend to,
Or to show me that it’s hard,
What am I supposed to learn from you
Except how to play a perfect hand of cards?