I am a liar, I am a cheat. I am violent so don’t come near me. I stole your heart and all of its dreams under the guise of art and the hopes of peace. Some call me pious, others a miscreant. They may be biased but I don’t care what they think. Run away, I am a deviant. Save yourself from pain and mistreatment. I’m at your home throwing stones through your window. I follow you when you’re on your own. We are alone. As you run out back, I’ll shoot you in the leg. Consider it luck the bullet missed your head. Come back out front because that’s common sense. You’ll blame yourself, accept the consequence. A bruised lip and a battered cheek means you’ll hide at home for another week. Don’t go to work and let people see that you misbehaved in front of me. This is madness, it’s a habit you’ll find. I inhabit your mind, spreading poison in time. You need sadness I think you’ll find. You cant sustain euphoria all the time. I confess that I notice when you're not around, but I live my life under threat. I’m not upset despite that you beat me down just to keep me in check. You thrive off ideologies that frankly I cannot see. But I don’t know if you’re friend or foe. I know that I’m in your debt. You thrive off ideologies that frankly I do not believe. I am scared what might happen if I leave. And you wrote to me to ask me to leave. You would beg and plead. Bargaining would only bring unpleasant things. Arguing just strengthens me. You’ll never be free. I’ve been designed to deceive, but I wont let you dictate me. I serve a purpose, you think I’m worthless, ignore me if you think it will hurt less. Prevent me from ruin and I’ll keep you human. A reward for a service. So why am I nervous?