Flypaper

To forgive and forget, I live and regret.
 Grief speaks its own language;
 It forces me to act strong,
 But every time I stand up
 I'm afraid I'll bump my head.
 Eyesight in time.
 Things seemed easy,
 Only I was building a fence.
 And you see in me what I once
 Took action against.
 Sever my eyes away from
 This twenty inch screen.
 I've finally got what is tangible.
 The more I learn about myself,
 The more I see in me to hate.
 Your misconception of perception
 detains all reasoning.
 You're this image of my fears,
 Armed with words that shatter my ears.
 I am only I but that won't do.
 Not for you, you're only you.
 Can you see what I've got?
 The world is not a tube,
 And a brain playing games
 With television knobs
 Is a steady leak for attention span.
 Restore it sooner: unplug the unit.