Trust, sincerity, love, and emotional security went unwanted, 

Traded for hopes of applause and financial gain, 

Dragging the true heart down to baseness in despair over betrayal, 

Turned into a monster for no reason but appearances. 

A true heart attacked and slain for nothing. 

One who would have fought and protected from the dregs, 

Now treated like a lowly cur by one morally vacant, impious. 

And what was kept, what was permitted in the midst,

Those who wore their hypocrisy on their masks for all to see,

Worshipers of vulgar demagogues and con men, 

Those who no sane person would choose to be near, 

That was the real danger, come in guise of interest, wooing, 

Strangers with mutual acquaintances and ulterior designs, 

Their goodness unknown for true and suspect. 

But even now, when they exposed themselves as dirty, false,

It was more important to slay the honest man more, 

Than to recognize the threat posed by those kept closest. 

Vindictive, the goal was still to ruin, not forgive, 

Not to regret the loss of truth, trust, and loyalty. 

And those who were granted trust unearned, 

Would eventually become the monsters, 

For she knew them not in truth and never would, 

As they had no truth, only selfish wants, feigned public personas, 

And their loyalty was a fiction, written for advantage. 

They could not be what they were and be trustworthy, 

But she had learned to be like them.