By the Hair Of Your Ass

You find ways to misinterpret all of my words
As mean and uncaring
Disinterested, unloving
Passive and distant
When you never reconsider
That they are your words
Your petty insecurities
Held on by a single hair of fear
That is appears like the thickest rope
Complaining that life stinks
And full of shit
As everyone dumps their mishaps all over you
So you never have a fighting chance
But if you opened your eyes
You would find  
That you are just shitting on yourself
Each time you pull your own hair
Trying to break your own vicious cycle
Even when I paint the water course way out
It is easier to study the map
Instead of actually taking the step
And you wonder
Why your feet are covered in shit
If you ever listened to anything I said
You would actually let go of that hair
So you can wallow
In your perceptions for a little while
Hopefully you will realize  
you have been lying to yourself
About yourself.
Ass.