I hold you in the same esteem that I hold myself.
So, naturally I want you to help yourself.
And I'm the villain in your world.
Because I too make mistakes.
You use those as fuel to feed the fire you call hell.
And, yes, I brought it upon myself.
Isn't life amazing
Horrors that rearrange middles.
You too would be scarred.
Yet, I'm expected to immediately learn your ways.
Which one of us is selfish?
But, it's your world.
You can have it.
I've proven that I don't belong.
And yes, I know it soothes you less than myself.