Weakness & Cruelty

I can see what you're doing and it isn't going to work. You're trying to trip me; you'd gladly watch me fall. You urgently advise me in every vacant manner. You give me meaningless direction meant to obscure my sight. But my vision remains un-blurred. Before me, you place imaginary hurdles, hoping to turn me in the wrong direction. But I already knew the path. You gaze on, pretending to care so sincerely about my success, but inside… inside, I know you're searching… searching for signs of weakness… weaknesses for your exploiting. You seek hungrily to expose my vulnerability. I know your self obsessed cruelty. You take stabs at me to try and dispel your own inadequacies. But your futile requirements will never be met. My diligence makes you acutely aware of your own indolence, a reminder of all the obligations you've long left ignored. You mock my sincerity because you don't recognize truth unless the herd is spewing it. So I'll go on pretending... pretending to be you're little marionette, just so I can watch you get hung up on your own strings. Your contrived offenses and your unwarranted arrogance's don't amount to anything. I can see through you. But I'll play along. The petty fears holding you back and causing you to be cruel, have, in fact, never been a problem for me. That's because... I know who I am, my integrity runs deep and my character is true. Every vindictive plot and ploy you try and pull only reveals over and over again the truth about you. You're transparent. How is it that I can see through you? There is nothing of substance stopping me.