A sadist with a fading smirk

That goes as easily as it comes,

A drug that gets you high on

others’ loss at Your expense.

A foe with a strong will

It demands your weak heart,

You play your part,

You pay your deed,

Sigh, You’re a great friend, indeed!

Words of gratitude from ‘it’

Pumps you up to do more,

To hurt more and to play more.

You see yourself on the top,

Different from others

More special, most special,

They see you from a distance, suffering,

More pity, most pity.

Who do you think you are?

A question you ask, 

A question ‘it’ asks.

Win is what you seek

Loss is what you shall find

You just sold your soul to it

But it has taken control

of your mind.

-A.

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