What's in the dark that you refuse to identify?
Perhaps you've swindled one too many people into giving you money
When you don't even really want it?
Like you've done more than your fair share of lying,
But you have no idea how to let everyone know of it.
You say you're a good person but don't even have the resources
To prove it.
And I know that when you close your eyes,
You curse your parents for having made you the way you are, that being far from perfect.
I suppose the trouble with you is that you have tricked many a people
Only to find out that they tricked you first.
But I do truly understand you when you stand outside of your house, in your jammies,
Only to exclaim, “Hey, the world is g@y!”
Yes, it is you who is p!ssed off for having the nerve to question fate,
Only to have it all turned around on you.
Ah, but I know the problem,
For you have prayed to a certain God
And decided to hate him for never granting your wish of winning the state lottery.