I am what You aren't.

I am one of those.
They who would want to help,
One who is for you, not against;
Yet your smile has turned sour.

You are one of them.
They who wish to harm.
One who denies truth and sets lies alight
Like a bonfire in ones soul.

My eyes have looked upon you
And what they see is fear
And regret
And sadness for what could have been.

The End

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