pretend

sometimes i dont feel that way.
but i can pretend.
i never lose.

theres some kind of mixed feelings..not good feelings,
morbo ,poder,dominio.

i lie.
i swear.
nada mas para ver q tan lejos llega.


i lie.



my ego.
my pride.


like the flower on the little shop of horrors
feed me.

its like a competition.
i dont care bout the prize..
just the competition.