“Le méchant”,
I am a creature.
Shrouded in vanity,
Engulfed in self-pity,
Shrinking and becoming weaker.
I am alone.
Obstinate and standing apart
For my wicked, incorrigible heart
Slowly corrupts my extroverted soul.
I am fearful.
Those who stand with me
always drift and leave
as I remain and grow tearful.
“You are your biggest cheerleader”;
A pity that is, coming from my one true rival.