This conversation is about you, but now it’s about me,

Quick head turn when you're speaking, and you cease to exist.

Oh, sorry, I can’t be bothered with your tedium, 

I might miss something I can coopt, 

Use to garner loyalty through pity. 

No, I’m nothing special, but, lucky for me, that’s not how people work, 

And ugly men are easy to manipulate. 

Did I say that horrible thing? 

It was just a joke, cruel and uncaring, but a joke, I swear. 

You like me? Let me reel you in, as I do to everyone, 

Play interested until the issue is pressed, 

Defaming you to others for even trying. 

I’m in charge here. 

Then, once my flirting nests, I’ll crush your heart. 

I get off on it. Don’t feel bad. Well do, it’s funny. 

You just don’t have anything I can use, worthless to me. 

But, no, I’m just innocent, claims to faith hiding my deviancy, 

I’m just so damn nice, and I’m such a victim. Wink. Wink. 

Selling myself to creeps with money, but they don’t know who I really am. 

Sure we’re friends, as long as I’m in control and the attention gets me something. 

Oh, you poor sap, thinking I care. Let me set you up for humiliation. 

What? You’re done with me? You’ve seen my game? 

No, I did not give that command. How dare you? 

Let me reel you in again through social pressure, 

And now that I am in control again, I’ll stab you, 

Destroy you. No one walks away from me. 

Now that you are buried, time for another. 

No, I am never wrong. I am never guilty.

I am just a poor, little child with a glinting knife, 

And you are now pariah, as I always intended. 

With my acquaintances on a string, I walk away scot free. 

Look into my eyes and tell me what you see.