Marayda

Have you met these pitiful souls today? These isolated misfits, pretending that they belong. In their minds, they are the chosen elite; broadcasting superiority as an excuse to mistreat. They are the ones who could not bear to be out in the sun. Where their flaws are all visible, but in their minds they have none. They are the folks that spew atrocities with every single breath; too bad they'd never be loved outside of the games they possess. For the toxic have no place with others; narcissism and nihilism do not bring content. So you may call me sorrowful for being a shut-in; But at least my lovers are not paid for in rent.

Have you met these pitiful souls today? These isolated misfits, pretending that they belong. In their minds, they are the chosen elite; broadcasting superiority as an excuse to mistreat. They are the ones who could not bear to be out in the sun. Where their flaws are all visible, but in their minds they have none. They are the folks that spew atrocities with every single breath; too bad they'd never be loved outside of the games they possess. For the toxic have no place with others; narcissism and nihilism do not bring content. So you may call me sorrowful for being a shut-in; But at least my lovers are not paid for in rent.