Tell me what you see, my troubled friend,
The ghosts that manifest themselves at night.
Is this a reaction to a lifelong flood of taunts?
What gives you this urge to destroy all in sight?

You act so ruthlessly yet never show regret,
Even your closest allies struggle to forget,
The carnage you have caused.

When all around you worry, and tempers begin to flare,
Tell me why do you leave your friends emotionless and bare?
Have seeds of guilt been sown in you across the years?
Do the ancient rituals you indulge in bring you shame?

You act so ruthlessly yet never show regret,
Even your closest allies struggle to forget,
The carnage you have caused.

Are your explosive actions a reflection of your childhood days?
Do you live in fear of what you try to undermine?
Your trust cannot be earned and your friendship does not bind,
But I would lend an ear, should you wish to speak you mind.

You seem to pay the price for carrying these wounds.
And those who have disowned you may have annexed ties too soon.
But I will not desert you.