Beauty Or The Beast

Validation

I starve for attention, long for the high,
I crave for the tension, but you've been gone for some time
"Come and play again," I do beg, "I promise I'll be nice."
But here I am waiting, behind my back is a knife.

You steer clear, and ignore my messages.
I'm disappointed, it seems you've come to your senses.
You were my longest game, and I enjoyed making you my victim.
You drank from my cup, but only I knew the serum.

I'd give you my body, just like you gave me a purpose.
I'd give you my blood, until you drown beneath the surface.

Then suddenly, an objection in the form of strife.
Someone knows what I did to your sad, sorry life.
Attention, validation, from one who has caused no harm.
Your ignorant family defends you, unknowingly feeding from my palm.

You reignite my fire, you've continued this story.
There's still an outcry from what I did, and I bask in the glory.
I smile, I attack, and I once more succeed.
I repulsed that  bitch with my insanity and greed.

Dear reader, in particular, the ones who object.
Please feed my ego with your expressed disrespect.
Say "I'm a monster, the worst in the nation."
But in the end, all it does is gives me validation.