even as i twist sophisticated words into
poison that travels through hearts
that i know are mine
i wonder if such cruelty is
befitting to such a masochistic person
i turn the same words on myself
hate the people who are like me
because i spot every flaw in their design
i read them like books
understanding the brutal mask they hold over their heads
and i rip them to shreds because
if i hate myself, i hate them equally
i hate their naivete
i hate their trust
i hate their humor and their actions
they reflect mine, and no one wants two of me
everything i have said to you
i have said to myself a thousand times over
sorry honey,
that's how the games are played