Suicide...

Have you ever felt deluded?
Have you ever sensed the lie?
Have you ever seen through the truth?
Have you ever felt afraid?
Have you ever felt helpless?

!Well I haven't!

I'm a man!
I never feel afraid, or helpless.
I never get hurt or misunderstood
I punch and kick and swing around
I write songs and poems and I fake my sound
I am a liar but I am above you all.
I am arrogant and selfish and a nutcase
An you believe my lies and stories and ferrytales

The people started leaving.
The ass-clown suits us no more
But some day too soon
perhaps even tomorrow
a cross will be his new dress
and what a superstar that will make him
for a day or two, or even a month.

You insane fool,
you trusted, and trusted
and shared and loved those people
and took care of them as if they were your children
and what did you get in return?
"Uhh...what's your name again?

Humping, humming
your death is coming
zavara katranemia ,
sabra cadabra
I'm your death aura

And then you'll die,
and I'll be happy
and my rage will be rested
and I will feel content
and I will be alone
and I will start to wonder
was it worth the bloodshed?
was it all worth it?
And a dialogue
between yes and now will start
and then I'll realize
I lost what I never had
I found what I never lost
I killed what I never hated
I loved what I never killed
I preached those who never learned
I got hurt by those who never hurt me
I killed him who was the only innocent;

...mysef...

I hate being happy for no reason
I hate seeking a reason into anything
I hate hating, but I hate not hating too
I hate confusion, but I love to create it
What am I?