Is it a worser thing
To enforce loneliness
Or to waste another's time
With yours?
When heart is distant
The body is a rebel
Like a child to a parent
Causing unknown pain
With ignorant self-indulgence
Which doesn't seem like such a bad thing
At the time
As if your mind
Won't catch what you're up to
The truth remains
The only one you cannot lie to
Is yourself.