My Poor Mentor

I used to wanna be like you.

Seeing how you would order people around amazed me.

The fearlessness in your eyes. 

The lack of remorse and pity in your soul. 

The slyness of your abilities. 

But now, I realize that you are full of hatred. 

A hateful person in society who lives his life unfulfilled. 

I want to be different from you.