3The deceiver,
among us, she walks.
Speaking our language,
talking our talks.
Possessive and angry,
she clings to what she's able.
Feeding on your givings,
preying as a sable.
She claims to love you,
but now I'm sure:
She plots against you,
if you merely displease her.
Like the Jabberwock, she hunts,
singles you out, eats you alive.
But, directly, you'll never know.
In others, she does confide.
Others, who don't know you,
and barely know her in part.
Sympathy for a "friend" inside of you,
as she rips out your beating heart.