Who Stole the Money

A bag containing money and a passport goes missing the money was a gift that had just been given years went by then within my vision my passport spawns in the room you’re living If it got there then the money did too mystery solved the thief was you you stole that gift from your parents room but with my passport from me I presume A selfish side of you prepared to steal taking what appeared to be mine are you actually serious and for real fake friends like you get left behind Narcissistically lying and selfish perfect in your mind like no one else is but I think you might just be helpless think you’re king you ain’t no Elvis And my absence is explained as mental like you’re kind caring and oh so gentle trying to look broad shaped like a pencil existing in a very lonely social circle because even if the lie’s believed you appeal to nobody so celebrate your victory you might have won but you’re still lonely