iT muST bE mE.

There are too many deafening silences for it to be coincidence.

Too blind or idiotic not to see what's been staring back at me..

One's debatable..even relatable to some..

Two's.. what bad luck?

Three?

I guess I thought they gave a fuck..

Four?

Beyond rude..

Don't know why I'm bothering to write these words..

They'll get lost in the ether..

It's only Dom..

Must be one of his odd moods..

Is it that obvious to everyone else but me?

Didn't think I'd be a fully paid-up member of the loneliness epidemic..

And on my knees..

Do you look at me and think

I'm glad I'm not like him..

Too many connections were lost on the regular

Maybe it's because I'm a sin...

Err..? I don't know anymore.

It must be me.. yeah, him.

Life gets in the way..

I've heard it so many times..

Out of sight, out of mind, I figure..

No space for me in their daily grind..

Too many ticks turn blue..

A certain hue

An unmistakable shade of I can't be arsed

Guess you must see me and who I am..

As a complete and utter farce..

Maybe it's something I project..

I'm obviously incredibly easy to forget

Do I come across as, too toxic?

Too fucked up?

Do you even see me on a horse so high up?

Are you beginning to turn hypoxic?

It must be me..

Friends, I thought I'd made..

Seem too busy to remember I existed..

Even messages sent, read...

Nothing..

Maybe it's me that's completely twisted?

Maybe it's been this way from the beginning?

You know, since I was a bairn..

Tolerated and never actually liked..

5 decades and nearly 3 gone..

It must be me..

You'd think I'd have learnt..

As I ain't no perfect geezer

But no matter how many times I get ignored

It ain't getting any easier..

Let down, blown out, blanked so regularly..

A fully paid-up gold card carrying member..

To be honest, I don't think anyone outside my family would notice if I drove off a cliff following a 12 hour bender.

It must be me, though.

I think inherently broken somewhere..

Inside or out, I don't truly know..

Maybe it's both, so obvious but not to me..

For everyone else, it's fully on show..

That's why I'm convinced it must be me.

Appear to the world as a clown..

Happy go lucky geezer with a dark side..

Ain't no one interested in this man's frown..

In all honesty, I keep that side hidden..

Not enough fucks given... by anyone to come along for the ride.

My horse looks lame.. I'm outta the game..

Communication with this cowboy.. strictly forbidden..

Just a cowboy unloved outlaw free rider without a six gun.

My weapon of choice?

How are ya, you ok? You're in my thoughts.. how you been.. silence..

Guess I'll ride off into the sun.

Guess I must be firing wide..

It must be me..

I stare back all wide-eyed.

Letting off blanks..

As blank as the screen

Messages denied..

It must be me..

Gone off, rotten..

I must need to look at myself..

Before I truly get forgotten..

Gather more dust up on my shelf.

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