You try to fly on others light,
or use them to carry you,
like a burr on a lamb's fleece.
You try to cloud my mind,
tell me how many failed you,
and fail you still.
I  fail, fail to be seduced.
By your narcissistic tales.
I want to love people.
I fear to love people.
I almost like you.
I will be nice to you.
But never say those things,
about  people who matter.
I bear a torch for those I love.
And I will burn you.