How do you love me, but fear what i am at the same time.
How do you choose to loath me, but idolize what i do in my time.
You want me to succeed, but hate to think of what id do to get it.
You see my drive and find my motive, but tremble at the twisted thoughts within it.
I block out those who long to see me unlock my heart in open arms.
But to a shock, their epiphany of my crooked ways will always alarm.
They gaze in amazement as a rose emerges from the concrete and wonder how it has risen.
The jagged thorns however, along its stem in heedful array are all but hidden.
They want the benefit of the prince, but fear the consequence of the beast.
For it lays agitated, waiting for war to arise as if living in the middle east.
A gaze so blank and absent in conscious, to a stare, ecstatic and full of life.
The same face in the mirror, only change is the roll of the dice, another chance to suffice