Addicted to Me

I’m addicted to me. I can’t get enough of me. I like those who like me, and stay away from those who don’t. I listen to those who praise me and gossip about the ones who don’t. I wake up in the morning thinking about me. I fall asleep watching replays of me. I’m addicted to me.

I’m addicted to me. I have my face memorized. I can’t stop staring at me. Though I’d have made my nose a little bit more pointy, I can’t say that there is that much to change about me. My hair is so shiny, my smile so sparkly, my ears just so dainty, and my eyes, well, they’re me. I’m addicted to me.

I’m addicted to me. My problems, my worries, my life and my scurries are all a part of me. My load is heavier, my shoulders more stooped, my gait is yes, -slower, my list always longer. My days are more burdened, my future just bleaker, my needs always greater. Yes, I’m addicted to me.

I’m addicted to me. My friends could call more, my enemies could care more, my pastor should pray more, my mother should love more. My neighbors they are way more interested in their chores than mine. My boss, well, he talks more with me than the others, but that’s just because he’s addicted to me.

I’m addicted to me. My church could do more in showing they like me. My god, well, he’s too interested in others just like me. What god is that, I hear myself wonder? Oh, I almost forgot, I am the god of my world, yes I am. I call the shots, I do the work, I bear the weight, I am god of me.

I’m addicted to me. But the world of just me is no fun you see. I’m tired of blaming others always for me. I’m tired of thinking it’s all about me, tired of doing it all for just me. There has to be more, there has to be. You see, I don’t like the world that’s all about me. Is there a God that will save me from me?

I’m addicted to Him. I figured it out. He knew all my stuff, and still chose to die, He gave me His all, yes the shirt on His back. He knew I was god of my little world, and still wore me down with His steadfast love. Now I’m no longer living for me and myself. He’s all that I am. I’m addicted to Him.

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