Under Attack ?

I really like this.

I really want this shit. Matter of fact, briefcase full of evidence packed. I need this borderline obsession. Add to my collection of feelings. Emptiness pleasing, lackluster gold upheaval. Bewitched not by evil, something less deceitful, an equal. Precursor to the squeal. Me trying my best to be content, wear my smile right. Happiness represents an opportunity for conformity, so be it. As long as I’m not alone with me. Oh shit you just so happen to have what I want.

Excuse my french,  what I need. Slide right next to you, unexpected too. Surprise, pee a boo, now you’re a target too. Flattery coated in chatter slams against the brain faster than fast. By chance, my carefully elaborate diversion, you won’t notice my glance. For in my eyes contains the plans for retreat when the royals crown is missing. Hopefully it won’t come to this, the easier the better. Together we’ll drink and sing, forget all types of things. Leaving room for the realization to be the sole focus.

Any and all achievements accredited to you, better suited on me. I hope sooner rather than later you’ll see. My pseudo king, Funny how you wonder.

” people really hate me”

Conceited in thought and gains. For no one would cry or care to say your name had you died in a plane. For they hate the world. I do too. With you’re playing cards, I’ll finally make all my dreams come true. Stole a slice from the pie of happiness, then poisoned the rest.