Would you believe me if I said,
That I couldn’t believe what I did?
That I didn’t give a damn about your pain,
Or about how I will crumble all your trust and faith.
I finally showed you how selfish I could be,
When it came to ‘The world against me’;
How those who mattered a lot once, including you,
Could be turned to mere existence to save my being.
It’s like I am the ‘touch me not’ which can’t help,
But react into savior mode to certain stimuli.
Your love and warmth evaporated into thin air,
When I should have understood you in return;
Now you see, I have seriously changed,
It’s who I am and not who I pretend to be.
All this while, you believed there’s good in me,
Would you now believe it to be gone already?
Yes, you do. . .
You believe this harsh me to be true,
For the ‘shocked and disappointed’ you,
Look at me with disgust and hostility,
For now, you see the actual damage I am capable to achieve,
For How when I said ‘I can make your life hell’,
There was no mercy in my eyes to be seen.