He, himself, the sickness
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Poem by: quetzala
He enjoys pity, wants you to feel sorry, plays at being a victum
He's smart, emotionally deceptive
Manipulative to the core
nothing is real, nothing is sincere
not even his tears
He molds a persona
that fits to your needs
Choosing who he wants to project
when it's convenient
Choosing the side he shows
Whoever he has to be
To gain your trust, love, & pity
digging into your emotions
looking for breaks and cracks that he can take advantage of
Till he holds you in his grasp
Now he controls you
twisting all you let him know about you
your no longer in control of your emotions
You are a emotionally abused victim
of and emotionally inteligent sociopath
and all it took was patience and time
now you feel as if you've lost your mind
he is the sickness
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