Not your puppet

Loneliness I own It,
I need no one to make me be,
You can read the truth,
My neck is not for your noose,
You are not the boss of me.

Incredibly artistic,
Sarcastic and twisted,
I give myself my only boost,
What was the point? I missed it,
Only in others do you feel assisted,
Count your chickens, they will come home to roost.

A person of many faces,
With your airs and your Grace's,
Only a failure I am in your eyes,
In the times I start feeling fine,
You use the opportunity to undermine,
It's easy for me to say my goodbyes.