The horrible truth

Here I am.
I will tell you want you want to hear
I will gain your trust
It will sooth my fear

You will think what I want you to think.
These are all means to an end
For the truth is irrelevant
Irrelevant, my friend.

It matters not
Reality, nor thought
I'll absorb the buffer
It is mine to suffer.

This is my choice.
I take it from you.
I have the power
And I have used it too:

I have shaped the truth
It's subjective.
It's dynamic,
And it's defective

It's because of people like me
That things are not what they seem
Nor how I want them to be

So I will do my best
Which is the worst,
I guess.

And if this won't do
Then nothing will.
And happiness will never show.
They say only love can give you that..
But hey,
How the fuck am I supposed to know!?