LoveStruckIdiot

The sin and transgression you commit. It unfolds before our eyes. You say you don't, Bullshit! You'd be silent if not for lies. You're no better than me. Just because of your money. So isn't it funny? You try to look down on me. Even as we're eye to eye, I'm who you decry. I'm a sinner and a Saint. A living, breathing, speaking duality. I think your only real complaint, Is your lack of courage to speak honesty. Your title means less than shit to me. Imperfection gave title to imperfection, You're an infection during suffocation, A false God to those who can't see. You pity me, what goes around comes around. Silly me, roaming free, nothing bound. Silly me for the truths I've found. You pity me for embracing the profound. You attack me out of insecurity. You criticize to mask jealousy. Your lies, your hate, your greed. Your anger, your ignorance, you don't need.