I’m not responsible for your fraying ego and splintering bones,

 I won’t whisper soothing words of flattery and prose.

Don’t make me responsible, to make up for what you lack,

Stop thrusting your needs at my feet, for me to piggyback.

I don’t want it, this swirling crescendo of your self hate,

Don’t make me responsible to hold your tattered heart in place.

I don’t want the weight of your fractured soul in my palm,

Don’t make me responsible, I’m not your miracle healing balm.

I won’t cradle the insecurities of your raging, sporadic mind,

I’ll carry no torches for you, your burdens I can’t abide.

Don’t make me responsible to cater to your wildfire offenses,

I won’t weigh myself down, with your expected pretenses.

Don’t make me apologize for existing on my own terms,

I refuse to carry the inferno of your dwindling self worth.

You proclaim wholeness, but your fragility is out on your sleeve,

You’re a hurricane of emotions, but think your thick-skin deceives.

It’s not my job to comfort your withering self perception,

I will not play your fictitious game of delusion and deception.

Your chasing a phantom, that will only trap you in its longing,

Your duplicity fools most, but I won’t be caught in your tsunami.

Your jagged edges and wretched mind, cant seem to grasp the light,

But don’t make me responsible for something

you can’t hold inside.