Poor Me

So many
Hear about
His lost vision
His lost mind
His long road back
Which includes another
Detour through addiction
And think
Poor him

Fuck that

How about

Poor me
Who has had to be
Eyes for both
Mind for both
Liver of life for both
For so long

The one

To keep
This sinking boat
Afloat
When all he does
Is fill it
With sand

The one

That’s watched him
Waste opportunities
Most others
Would kill for

Opting instead

For the comfort
Of self pity

Poor him

I don’t think so

It should be

Poor me