Not Faking It Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

So I'm suppose to feel for you?
I don't even know what you going through.
I guess I should be able to read the lines upon your face.
Behind the tears, is it fear?
Afraid of what who might do?
Mind reading expectation and I'm suppose to be elated.
More like jaded, just say it's to complicated.
End this rabble, and dribble you waste upon me.
Seeing clearly there is nothing here, makes you seem all the more desperate.
A climatic foretelling of the future.
Carry that torch to someone else, because I don't care to hear it.
There is more just one deviant who sits by this fire.
And I neither adore or admire.
I climb the heights of this spire just to get away and you still give chase.
Leave me be, as I am, and as you are.