Torturer of all time

Has no real concept of anything

They just push demands around

Caring not for how they impact others.

The torturer always tries to take the focus

By being the most brash person around

Understanding not that others surround them

Because they’re feared

Not loved.

The only love people feel for them

Is the love of escaping

How is it possible they can’t see this?

You ask

I shall tell you...

They are wrapped in a bubble

So dense with hateful musings

Pondering not on everyone

But how useful everyone can be to them

But if you look close enough

You will see

A person who has been taught not to value themselves

So seek validation the only way they can conjure

Through inflicting pain

But conceit has arrested their development

Now they are stuck

In the self created bubble wrap.

Burst the bubble I say

And dip your toes into the sea of your own creation

Then make a vow to change it.

It won’t be easy.

But it will be worth it