Grate Expectations

All the masquerading
is failing!
All the trash-talking
is revealing!
Oh oh, you poor darling!

The Sith Sense
has you possessed
And I've been too dense
to fully fathom your pretence
But I say this because I fear
that disgusting and drear
old Green Monster
that you foster
However,
I still have hope for you, I do
'cause rebellions are built on hope
but I'm learning, just for you
to grate my expectations
into teeny tiny flakes
of satisfaction

Now with the bar set so low
You should be good to go!