Ghost
You see right through me yet, you don't know who I am
Eyes trained like daggers
Attempted character assassination
False accusations feed your gluttonous ego, while the scraps fall for the masses,
satisfying their judgmental lust
The me you loathe is the lie you believe
Spreading poison words while the truth remains tarnished
Your tainted psyche refuses to see
The person you hate is the man I will never be

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