You do not want anyone to see
who you really are.
You hide under a mask
while repeating the same old mantra.
What you do not know is
everyone can see through your lies;
You can not hide them very well.
We all want you to take
accountability for what you have done -
oh, wait, you will not since everyone
else is the problem, except for you.
How do we make you see
that you will be left all alone
sooner or later? You will be
wondering why you are all alone.
Nothing matters to you
except you, and that is a bad thing.
Please, get a grip.
Nobody wants to help
someone who is always down.
Nobody wants to help someone
who can not help themselves.
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