No better than a wolf in sheeps clothing
I too am capable of those actions you abhore
Society's leper
No morals to speak of
Vice
Virtue
I know none of it
We see our own truth, our own reflection
Who is this person that stares back at me in the mirror?
I don't know her
I only know I am not what you want
Not a friend
Lover
Ally
I act in my own self-interest
I expect the same from you
Who am I?
I don't belong, the black sheep
I tried once to make you love me
But I am not those things you admire
You don't see what I really am
You don't know me at all
Empty
Hollow
Nothing
Worthless
Hate
Anger
Fear
A single tear
And then one more
They never seem to end
Who is she?
Not me
I am empty
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