Tangled in the Web

some people create the webs that meant for us to be trapped inside of, as much as we don't want to be.

Hypocrisy is your middle name,
Blame forms your central circle,
Thrown as a ball in my direction.
You spiral out into spiteful hurt,
Trapping those who really care,
Winding them in silky deceit.
Connection lines are formed and placed,
as hooks in live bait,
Picky and choosy, you select anyone,
Weave them into a chess game of hate,
And pitch them together as pawns.
The outer circle filled with facade,
Faked perceptions and broken pieces,
Rubbled constructs of a fractured,
Demented personality.