Liar

Is it perfectly acceptable to murder every selfish thought?
Or is it necessarily right to live out life among the meek.

Your self-obsession draws out my anger.
Shattered fractions of blackened fabric twirl and ripple,
I feel the razors sinking in.
You want the whole wide world to love you,
Misfit, broken down, fake as plastic smiles.
Try to stand out from the crowd,
Don't you realise that your just a sheep?
You want to be a gothic nightmare,
But your just too scared of the dark.
Play at being something real,
Prey on the weakness of your men.
The simple fact is, your deceived,
By thinking debasement brings you power.
Little girl, you need to know,
There are things out there that will eat you whole.