you've changed
and the world feels a lot colder than it ever did before
anyone else...and I wouldn't be half as surprised...
but you? my god...you??

stemming from those petty insecurities...
I see beyond the fear and inconsistency.

remember when you owned you and no one else, not a thing in the world could change you?

remember when you knew exactly who you were...what you stood for?

you've fallen under some social pressure, now
that urge to prove...to possess...to avenge yourself, even
overpowers the urge to love, to see clearly, to feel naturally

you have to show...show them all
you can rise to the top
that there isn't anything you can't attain, can't succeed at
and when you get there
and you hold your trophy proud
(because that's all you'll have)
do you think you'll be happy then?

you're conforming day by day by day
producing this offspring... of lies
and they....they're multiplying in your head, now
until the point in which you've forgotten what you said

you're like a blind, rabid dog
growling and howling, foaming at the mouth
carrying around with you this disease
ready to attack at any moment
enraged that perhaps you've been duped
perhaps you've been wrong...
everything about yourself
that is like everyone else
provokes this need for opposition
this game you play with yourself, the one you play with your pack
divides you from them now
and when you do attack
when you sink your teeth
into someone else's flesh, or what's worse...when you sink those teeth into me...
I know I can forgive you
because I trust that you can't see
and where your instinct was once spot on
it's off now...
and you must have thought I was the enemy
when really...
I was just your friend.