Casts Long Shadows
You are the wrong of Art
The selfishness of humanity-
I haven’t an ounce of myself left to spare for you-
You’d only defile it further- I am not that dumb anymore.
At one point I thought you were a decent human being-
You are the bane of what people believe my identities are.
The worst of artists, youth and humans!
The only reason I thought you were my friend was delusion
I thought the care I had for you could keep you from your own selfish harm.
You did not out wit me-
It was a matter of pity and humanity.
I cannot do it anymore, though.
You make me into a demon, as you are, and I will not tolerate it any longer.
I’ll let you bask in your fetishized self-pity.
As you said yourself.
I am successful because I am happy.
And I’m happier now without you.
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