The undeserving, unappreciative and those abusive of emotion use genuine compassion as a weapon of destruction, to guard themselves from your own insecurities.
I am not merely an inflation to an ugly ego, one easily wounded yet so solely self-indulging. The ego alone so covetous yet simultaneously transitory.
Their feeling is fleeting, not driven by heart. It is certainly not sincere. Whereas it's opponent is worth valuing, it is rare as I am forever candid. Therefore, ironically I am a flawless rival.
They elevate themselves beyond reasoning- to the highest points of prestige, but they exhaust the one who could ever perceive the flutter of luminescence, slowly fading from their character.
I will not be open to their appraisal, nor toyed by their changing whims. Just as I will not become a notch on a bedpost, a diversion or means of satisfaction.
I will not keep running after a yesterday.
Their appetite is irrepressible, and their eye shan't stay fixed, this is the mark of a man who has truly never loved anything.
Yours Truly X
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