I cannot trust you
There are so many lies
To cover your weaknesses
And so none will realize
That you are farce to yourself
A meager shadowy creature
Living in a dark cavern
Blind to reality and light
Pale yellow pigment worn
Known only to those you harm
Content in a vacuous world
Driven only by impulse
A selfish desire, fateless
Destined to learn life
And its emotional damage
At your cessation...