POISON

I look into the eyes of a giant to try to change my ways. The more I try, temptation comes and takes my soul away. So I walk alone with jumbled thoughts, that want me to quit, and give in. To what exactly? I don't know, but I'm not giving myself any chance to want to know. I constantly live on the edge, I don't trust any friends. I look into the eyes of the devil, while he releases his wolves after me. I kill every last one of them. While standing victorious. Once I do, I release my poison. Venom can cause death to many, but an overthinker can cause stress to the petty. If I was evil, how many crowns would I carry? Thousands maybe, probably enough to make you my slaves. But since I'm not evil, my talent has been mistaken for wrong things. I'm looked at as a fiend, like I'm part of the dark kings. I can't breathe, why do you judge me? Is it because I'm different? Or you're just not use to people like me? Or are you afraid, because I'm something you can't see within yourself? Maybe it's all three. I can't explain it, but it feels like there is a reflection you can't see, and the reflection is your own, so I see why you hate me. You hate the fact, I was meant to be born a king, so I can die a legend. You hate that I react like a hero, who doesn't trip over his cape. You can't relate to someone like me, imma different breed. So don't worry about me, when you should only focus on you. Because any wrong move, I'll inject my poison into you.