Poem

Poem I wrote today...
 
 
He has no soul,
he prays on the opposite.
Creeping through his mind,
he doesn't know he's sick.
Knuckles around his neck,
pictures at his display,
you're his toy,
it doesn't matter what you say.
He thinks he's funny,
You are supposed to care.
He might make you cry,
to him that's unfair.
Whether he rejects you,
or decides you pass his test.
Don't expect to hear from him,
he's on to the next.
If he could spell respect,
He'd still do it wrong.
Who needs respect,
When your friends cheer you on?
He doesn't know he's dangerous,
if he did he wouldn't care.
He just thinks it's fun,
so later he can share.