Protection

I must protect you, from reality. I must, my loved ones, or else your minds nice like mice will explode. Shock, fear, why. In reality, I am a curry in a bowl, spice, Tangy to touch, it shocks the tongue With a million blisters, reality flung. I have no choice. I am hopeless, but I still care about you, strangely, must I? No, but like an evil saint, I keep dust away from you. I’m honest about my Personality, I believe I’m evil, ask why? I protect you from that. It’s the least I can do, I am snakey but I still try to be a man, I was born bad, boredom issues. It’s pointless telling you, so I do the least I can, save you the terrified tears.