It's a poem I wrote for some poor bastard I cyber obsessed/loved/stalked.

I'm going to share it with you...

You don’t know why, you just know that you do
I don’t have to vie for attention from you
I watch them all lie and you believe in it too
Seems to you if I were to say it, then it must be true
I see how you buy in to every facade that is played
Every manipulation and how easily you are swayed
But my participation would just leave you betrayed
A pretense only in words while the realities fade
I can’t open your eyes and nor would I want to
In a world full of lies that I watch you misconstrue
Like a swarm of flies and their maggots to wade through
I hear the cries of the truth smothered by what grew
I can’t tell you what it really means to love and what it is to care
Because we don’t through words and if you’re not actually there
Then its meaning is as empty as the words of liar from his chair
And an act akin to real love as maliciously poking an angry bear.