What's Wrong With Me?
The way you walk in step leaves a distant echo only you can hear
Too distant for my deformed ears
If I get close enough, will I catch on to the tune?
If I hover long enough, I may catch some lyrics
I know it's obvious that what I'm repeating back is a pathetic excuse
I know it's obvious that I'm a fraud
I know I'm obvious
This poem is about:
Me