To the wise, am foolish
For the naive, am kind
If you’re treacherous, am hurt
But am manipulative, coz you’re not worth.
My questions are many, your answers are few
And if I clear your doubts, just agree with my ‘truth’.
Think of me as your mirror image, although nemesis is the word you thought
The practical world abhors me, coz it’s afraid if you can listen to me.
As you feign ignorance, my whispers grow few
Yet there’s no hiding the fact, that am as much there and so are you.
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