I cry when I am alone.
I smile for all those watching.
It is fake.
I break into slivers and pieces at night.
I shimmer in the daylight.
I hate those that I surround myself with.
I laugh amongst my friends.
I dream of freedom.
I am chained by all of my responsibilities.
I sneer at that which revels in the Dark.
I am enchanted by it.
I forgive the errs of the Light.
I plan revenge.
I hate to be complemented and flattered.
I love to be recognized.
I wear a lion pelt.
I strike as a snake.
- A Thoughtless Light Sycophant