I steal from the rich
The wealthy, the poor, the down and the out
You won't be skipped because of your economical
Or social status or your bank account
Time doesn't work for me
So take yours if you please
I'm the baddest, the coldest--DON'T CROSS ME

Some make the ridiculous efforts to find me
And leave an invitation
Then there are those who go out their way 
Foolishly pretending
They don't know I exist
Acting like they forgot about me
(but I know they know)

Some will dare to have the audacity
To fight
Like they can succeed
The chances are slim to none 
To overpower me
And even those that do
Only gain a temporary ticket
Because I will strike again
Usually when you least expect it
Taking hope, will, and pride
Leaving fear, unanswered questions, assumptions
And anything else I can find