Seclusion from humanity seems the only justice,
pulling me from the deviant thought of self-sacrifice.
Provoking feelings better left unseen and locked away.
Never intending to depreciate your humanity.
My soul is incongruous, mastering the art of duplicty.
Loving you never seemed so inconceivable.
So much I wanted to share, too afraid of rejection.
I'd take it back if I could, but you've heard that selection.
Condescending to the level of those I hate, I'll never sleep.
Changing who you are was never on my agenda.