Arrogance 6/4/04

I always hold my head high,
My gait carries a seemingly superiority to it.
Before me,
If not in this day and age,
People would most likely bow.
I love the way people avert their eyes of my image,
The way I so often do nothing more than send them a glare
that tells of an uncaring,
heartless young woman.
People throw themselves at me for reasons unknown,
Wanting me to converse with them,
Hoping they'll become one of few loved ones.
I can't help but know they are entranced with the words that
leave my lips,
The insults that always hurt,
The comments that always induce laughter,
The consoling words that seduce or comfort so many.
I've tricked many a hopeless soul into thinking I cared,
Thinking that eventually I wouldn't abandon them.
There's not been one person whose tamed my thrasing,
Wild spirit,
I've no idea why people draw to me so easily,
But I like it.
I like it because being feared,
Hated,
Desired,
Loved,
Gives me satisfaction.
My very life feeds off of other's emotions.
But when I am in the shadow of life,
Alone,
I weep.
For hurting so many and not caring,
For hating who I am and what I do.
This pride I have is not really there,
A mask that hides a vulnerable little girl,
Forever hiding,
Forever wanting acceptance from the world she lives in.
 
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