Do you wonder why I live alone?
How strength has kept me up
When the private thoughts inside my head
Can be so cruel, cold-hearted?
And at the same time I think
of beauty, love and light
This paradox I have become
By seeing through both eyes

Do I seem fake? When smiling
as I strut my merciless critic
Is that what you think of me?
Fake, lying, cheating, puppetmaster
Yes what you think of me is I
And I can only wonder why

Do you spite me when I speak the truth?
Am I cruel because I alienize?
I must be as whatever you see me
Because why would you lie

How dare I dare to ever be loved
Yes me, manipulative bitch
I'm only amused as life goes by
As people work, as I pull their strings
And that, it must be true
Because that's how it seems

And while I don't respond
To what I know they say of me
I can't help but stifle at my own name
Can't help but be scared sad and alone
And all my truths are spent

-Ydachikachishiroul-

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Valnuary, in the year 329 AF.