I can't break the bonds,

Hatred, a facade that I bear all too well.

Care too much only to be cared for little,

Jealousy...my middle name.

Voracious is a heart that lacks the "necessities" of life,

Only to be considered redundant.

Loneliness is the state of mind left only in the eyes of those willing, Yet to me, it seems to be holding a hostage.

Feel nothing so not to be brought down,

See nothing so not to be held responsible,

Care for nothing so not to be broken,

These are the rules of the game.

Mistakes of the past led me to the truth of not being team player, but played against throughout. Ignorance covered me with anguish and wishing

What's my name?

Foolish of course...