I will not deny defensive

The poem is dark, about how hurting yourself hurts everyone.

Liar. Liar. Liar.
Running from the fire,
burning all your bridges,
leaving friends in ditches.
No. No was the answer.
Your existance is a cancer.
In green, the color of your envy.
What has left you so very empty.
In your razor sharp crown,
You pushed them all far down.
I have seen the hate, rage.
You will wait until tears engage.
As I stumble upon late day
Try for comfort, but there is no way.
I will not deny defensive
of defying my own senses.
Advise has adverse uses,
Time for my excuses.
Liar. Liar. Liar.
I didn't start the fire.