We aren’t the source of your suffering / cannot be blamed for your misery / you treat us all as suspects but the reason you’re in pain is not a mystery / too far sighted to ever look inside / as good as blind to the interior / smart enough to see your imperfections but far too self biased to be inferior

Don’t look my way / I’m not the source of all your pain / I’m not that force that holds you down / and neither are they / alone you drown / don’t look my way /

Point the finger at the mirror / aim your irritation at your own reflection / point the finger at the mirror / pull the trigger aiming the gun in your direction /

A long tradition of narcissism with no prescription to adjust your vision / on a mission to force division with your addiction to causing friction

Fighter with hyperopia / doomed to end up lonelier / in your futile utopia / consumed by cherophobia