when did this all start anyway?
we have all the time in the world to kill
so let's converse over my imperfections
you did it all the time
even when i was standing next to you
why should now be any different?
you already shattered
my self image
with your self righteous
fist of disaproval
i guess when i wasn't there
i wasn't there period
was i
no
trust is not an option with me anymore
my secrets are my secrets
i've been pushed into this state
of discomfort once before
i cannot act like it doesn't bother me
my eyes strain
clearly enough for you
to understand something
you lack of compassion
will never allow you to see