Here I stand before you,
heart shattered, ego bruised
The accuser and the accused,
all judgement coming from
you
I'm sorry I'm not able to be
the person you're
remembering
What I think I often speak,
it doesn't make me fragile or
weak
As you stand here beside me,
you still act high &
mighty
Like you have the authority,
to question me so harshly
If you get cut you still
bleed,
you are no different than me