I'm no more the one whom now I sourly hate

He just takes takes and takes
And when he feels like again taking
He gives his giving he fakes
I simply hate his ways
Arrogance is his make
He's free so let him be
A wanderer not to my taste 
Nothing for me to please
I don't want to be a fool
I've shed tears for him making pool
What's fun in that?
I repent my ways thrown away such tools
I've gotta be a li'l bit selfish man
I've become a taker now
I pick the best and possess it, enjoy my victory
And give only when the other's genuine not fake
I don't risk and allow others to mock at my life
And if need be I dare to face the wrong n' slap
I'm no more the one whom now I sourly hate