Mocking Bird

There you sit, on your pirch.
Nothing can touch you, hurt you,
as far as you're concerned.
But what about everyone else?
It's clear you don't care, about just how they feel.

There you sit, singing your song,
Without a care in the world.
Thinking that you are doing no wrong.
What is this facade you hide behind?
Why do you sing this song?
What happened to you before?

I'm the victim charmed by your song,
Following your every move.
Trying to prove myself to you,
but nothing works,
and feel nothing ever will.
Because you just keep singing,
your mocking bird song.