The Loner. The Player. The Gambler. And don't forget The Joker!
You lie and create a facade of "good guy".
You don't give anyone the rules to your game.
We're all expected to be happy with the tiny scraps you throw our way.
You are a cruel person with only misery, and you spread it lavishly like butter.
You carefully crafted yourself this way, and like it.
So inadequate in emotion and trust.
You hide in your cave.
Your guts roil because of your state of mind.
You protect your fortress, and are your own obstacle to freedom,
and a constant source of your own distress.
I know you're capable of love. Your mother, your sister, your dog.
You choose to be miserable, jaded, and alone.
You are sad.
I pity you no more.
Thing is, I still love you.
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