Hate me,
Envy me,
Love me,
Pity me,

My true self,
Everyone hates,

I am trapped,
Am I delusional?
        
L isten. Read between the lines.
O nly looking, is not believing,
S ecrets are meant to be hidden,
T o the self, most of all,

    If I am insane,
    If that is your verdict,
    I find myself truly wondering
    What do you make of others?

    Consider me a ghost,
    I will pass through walls,
    In my mind, I am invisible,
    Formless, bound to havoc,

    Now it's time, once again,
    To go back into the cave,
    Till this bizzare outcome,
    Comes to an end.