Catching Bubbles

Flash me a sign of raw talent,
do I chase after it?
Do I long for your pitiful spitfire words?
You think that you're agile?
Then show me your true form.
I don't care for this fake illusion.
You seem to put up a good front,
but we all know you're just a whiny, little bitch;
Do you care for anyone?
or anything?
As a matter of fact,
do you care about yourself?
your true hatred stems from your own afflictions.
Now let the anchor drop,
and let your sanity sink...