i am a manipulator.
you may try to disagree,
and tell me how you see me,
but you are wrong.
because i am a manipulator.
and what you see,
is what i tell myself to be,
and thus - you are wrong.
i don't know what to tell you.
there's nothing you can do
to change the way you
perceive me.
i am not good.
i am bad bad bad,
and the real me is sad,
and you don't want to see.
you don't.
you don't.
you don't.
you don't.
and although i am a manipulator;
when i see your face,
all i want is to chase
these demons away.
so i can tell you what is what,
how i feel,
and how i'm not,
and maybe you won't hate me.
but then again,
you could loathe my guts,
and i would be left there in lust
as you continue without me.
so i am a manipulator, but
i would rather that, than you
hating everything i do
when i am a manipulator.
so this is how i'll stay.
rotting all away
silently hoping that you'll stay
when i'm a manipulator.
