i dont know

I don't know why I can't seem to stay away
except I love the torture sweet to the fray
there's nothing better than ridicule
however minuscule to set pride aside
beyond my word I quietly hide
surrounded by greatness smiling
yet crippled with the fear losing touch
the sense of feel doubting all things
even when seeming real shedding
facades wore like a snakes skin
tampering with gratitude
eating souls like food
being judgemental and often rude
but to each his own
your habits are to shrink others so you feel tall
  ugly isn't always easy to see
sometimes the most beautiful things
are just hiding their disgusting truths
beneath the masks  of beauty
but to conversate would surely give way
to the underlings .sweet in their stupidity
sitting in chairs rigidly.judgement their only cushions.