Oppose me.
You are hardly brave enough
to look me in the eye.
Or do you only subconsciously
run and hide.

Your eyes look with want.
And you claim with your mouth
and you take with your lips
as you pull from their hearts
taking long, thirsty sips.

You say, you claim
you're playing the game.
Of "I care." of "I'll always be there."
and maybe that's true
but what's in it for you?

Self sacrifice is esteemed
worn with pride.
But you? You hide.
Keep escape by your side.
A facade in the mind
wasting everyone's time.

You claim that you observe
but then you must be blind.
Or the parts full of want
have control of your mind.

There's a network of turns
where the bad things appear
to be roses and cherries and worlds without fear.

But the shades of your passion
they glow pink, orange, red.
They're not shades you admire
those are locked in your head.
Vibrant colors of others...
you wish you were instead.