The Wicked Will Rot

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 have already shattered my self-image with your self-righteous fist of disapproval
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
your lack of compassion will never allow you to see