Logophobia

Look into my eyes
Don't try to disappear
I'm sorry you lack the ability
To feel, or love, or fear

Maybe I'm a liar,
But why would I lie to you?
You've always been there for me,
You've always opined truth,

I'm only sarcastic as a hobby
My full-time job is fear
So who am I when I'm with you
That you find time for tears?

How many times I've wondered
Of sympathy and loss,
But who am I to wipe your eyes,
And lips of morose froth?

I've lost count of your falls,
And times I've lent my hand,
To whom shall I report these things,
From whom will you demand?