Old Fuck 2.

Does my skin provoke you, you creep? Does my awkwardness make you feel powerful? Does my age turn you on you sick fuck? You avoid equals because equals have language. They have boundaries. They have the spine to say " Get the fuck away from me" But younger voices? They'll tremble, they'll believe you because they won't understand the trap. You call it destiny, you call it chemistry. It's cowardice. You don't chase adults, because adults know you're not charming. You're predatory. Not misunderstood, manipulative. Not lonley, Dangerous. You shrink in the light of anyone who can see clearly. So you crawl back to the shadows of youth, Where you think confusion will cover your tracks. But the truth is simple, brutal, and ugly: You don't choose younger because they're better. You choose them because you're too fucking weak to survive someone who knows exactly how awful you are.