I Was

Was I like this,
one of the arrogant
who needed a friend
and couldn't keep ahold
of my own head
long enough to realize
I had some?

I'm starting to feel old,
instead of others
cleaning my wounds
I'm wrapping theirs

I begin feeling shame
for what I was

Was I like those I've helped,
feeling too wounded inside
to care about what happened
outside?

Was I so blind?

Yes, I truely was,
the world and the people in it
we are pitiful
some more than others

Watch your knives...
it hurts a lot more later, kid...