Poetic Justice

What pain are you in, oh man of one thousand faces? What torments and annoys you so? Is it truly that horrible, that wretched a thing? Can you find the words just to describe it to me? Please I pray for you to just find a grip on yourself. Please never unleash such a demon at me. But what is it that bothers you so? Is it pain, is it suffering? How can you stand this life with one thousand faces? Were you promised a little peace in the end, but here you are still nowhere but a dead end? This is not life that bothers you so, but much rather your own vices and problems of your own. I see your pain but get away from me. I care not to suffer with a thief and a lord.