You reek of insecurities
Is that why you feed on others?
You pick at their souls, you tear them apart
The need for control overwhelms you.
Go on drive them to insanity,
It's what you do
Because you need them
And they will always need you
This is a mystery to my eyes
You can not stand without them at your feet
You are held high
And they are not satisfied without an acknowledgement of their existence.
They sink low
The puppeteer's show at it's finest
-balance
