Friends of misfit

Glass, glass, my dear glass
What do you see
Is it the moron or the morose
When you feed me an elixir to numb
Do you think of yourself as high and mighty
In such numbness
I see you for your real truth
Nothing but an evil scheming demon
Binding me to enslavement
The very most seek to escape
To me you are the worst
Yet us demons need to meet often
For the others won't let either of us be
They see no meaning of us
Not when kind
Neither when nice
To them we are just demons
And we shall always be so
Neither of us want to hurt someday
But even those days we are outcasts
Tell me my dear dear glass
Is that why you too meet me?
Since we are like we are two peas
In a pod of a beanstalk
Called the world.