He blamed it on their assumptions,
He blamed it on their ego.
He blamed it on their emotions,
He blamed it on their pride.
He said it was their cycle,
He said it was their mind.
He said “They think too much",
All of which made them grind.
He said they worried excessively,
He saw it as unnecessary.
He cared more about the 'society',
But they knew it was something more.
He proved their instincts wrong,
He fooled their sixth sense.
He tried to keep the mask up,
But occasionally it fell.
After the adoration,
Started the blames.
He never took responsibility,
They got weary of his games.
He accused them for his own mistakes,
He compared his sins to theirs.
Let me tell you the truth he'd never accept-
"He was a demon in disguise”
-That’s about what you should care.
Nothing was ever enough,
He never saw their pain.
All he did was victimise himself,
And their empathy, he did drain.
He only paid attention,
When they got destabilized.
But now I see why he did so,
The extent of their pleading,
Was what he wished to analyse.
He thought they were at his mercy,
They thought he was their support system.
They mistook themselves as the parasite,
But in reality, it was his dictum.
He sucked all of their energy,
Because he couldn't generate his own.
He laced his selfishness beautifully,
That can fool the most cautious feminist soul.
He projected his cannibal self on them,
He saw them as his extension.
They thought he turned a mirror to them,
Not a mirror! Alas! It was glass.
He used their fears to his benefit,
He used it to fill them with guilt.
They thought it was their fault,
To which disagreed their gut feelings within.
He tried to pull their strings,
He silenced their voice of reason.
He said it was all normal,
But later condemned them of treason.
He still thinks there's nothing wrong with him,
He finds purity in his crimes.
In his world he'll always be perfect,
Or prove it otherwise.
There's no cure for him,
Because he wouldn't accept the diagnosis.
He'd instead conceal it,
But won’t see how his actions lead-
To a terrible prognosis.
He repeats and repeats,
He doesn't understand the meaning of 'No'.
He convinces and convinces,
Until the person before him,
Has given their whole.
He persuades them to step over the lines,
He tears into their boundaries with his grime.
He says he has emotions,
Well, now they know much better
than that falsified notion.
His fuel is their response,
He thrives on gasoline.
He makes it seem like,
He’s the best they can ever see.
His mind is the disease,
And I'm glad they realised on time.
For they deserved far more,
Than all the shit he bestowed.
When they turned the mirrors back,
He couldn't bear seeing the black-hole.
For that's what he'll always be,
Till ages galore.