blind selfish muse (denial)

my muse is selfish and sad and tiring
she reminds me of me
as I was years ago
she embodies all that she hates about society
ever the puppet in denial of her strings
hiding from the pain that life inevitably brings
she can't understand that it's me here
trying to show her the way
but she thinks that I don't understand
when who knows better
than I
how to rise above despair
but I cannot throw myself in for her
all I can do is be there
reaching out my hand for her to hold
if she could only see me