Comeon...Get On Your Own Nerves

I know you would love to find with me...
At fault with blemishes.
A big 'ole' zit sitting on my cheek unfit!
You'd like to see me laddened with imperfection.
Finding me to spot somewhere,
Dropping errors of all kinds.
All over the place.
With speech impediments.
And incorrect language usage.
To announce to all mankind!

And you are there,
To detect each undotted 'i'.
An uncrossed 't'.
With comments I make...
You are right there to question'
Or debate for content.

'I am black!

~But how do I know that?
How far back can that be traced,
In your ancestry? ~

Before I use any restroom...
I do look over my shoulder.

You've got me wanting to protect,
My own business.

In fact,
With you around...
All of it is on lockdown!
Of late!

You feel this is your purpose.
Something that eases and comforts your mind.
Something I do...
That keeps you on my behind!
And no...
That is not an invitation.
I must be careful what I say.
You might regard that as a solicitation.

And yet,
When you observe your own reflection...
I am not there at all!
And you 'still' accuse me,
For all of your flaws.

With beliefs your insecurities are invisible.
But to whom?

You are the only one attempting to convince,
Your presence is envied.
But 'why' is it necessary,
To use me as validation?
Why me?
Why have you chosen me,
As 'your' obligation?

And 'why' if you see yourself as better...
Than any living 'thing' that walks upon the Earth!
You must remind me of it?
By getting on 'my' nerves.
Have you no self worth?

You are the one thirsting to have that acknowledged.

Comeon...
Get on your own nerves.
Feel deserving of it.
At least be brave,
And leave me alone!

I don't need you around to know I am fantastic.
Why can't you do the same?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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