The trouble with other people
Is that you cannot read their minds
They can hide behind false phrases
Spinning you an intricate web of lies
People tend to be self centered
Though they do their best to hide it
Reflective surfaces are the focus
And rarely any soul can deny it
Try as I might, anyone can deceive
Portraying an injury to twist my hand
To play the part of hurting victim
To put my will at their command
Peoples' interests are self serving
Hurtful truth they'd rather swallow
Than letting on they've misbehaved
Or could ever be so remarkably shallow
Children are warned of monsters
That creep beneath the bed
But perhaps the thing that should be feared
Is patting their delicate heads

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