Why do you come to me.

With your lies.

I see what you are.

Know what will you are to do onto me.

Why.

I who have done nothing. 

Wanted nothing.

You come to me with sharpness.

No place of morals.

You come to me with a seeming task of good.

But I know.

And you know.

You come to me with hurt.

Dead gaze.

Angry.

Teeth bared behind mask.

I cannot look at you.

I cannot stop you.

Why.