Go ahead and tell me of my faults,
You who perfection from exalts,
I believe you not to have the broom
To come and my doorstep to groom,

Don’t come and claim the splinter
From my eye,
When a log of great timber,
Does so in your pupils lie,

I wish not to hear of the words
You believe to preach,
The words you do not of practice two thirds
But wish to teach,

Don’t come here with your empty
Accusations,
Don’t come here with your plenty
Condemnations,

For I know of all my that my heart
Has tinted black,
But I have the resentful part
That you in your words do lack,

My heart is not of ideal
Bled red,
But it knows the things I feel,
The things I’ve done and said,

There are like all
The things I do not preach with pride,
But even though to sin I have befallen,
I have redemption on my side,

So go ahead and tell me of my faults,
You who perfection from so exalts,
But my closet was cleaned long ago,
But of your skeletons you will owe.

I see the way she looks at me,
Her words and her body language are contradictory,
She smiles but behind it is everything she thinks me ignorant of,
All her hate and no love,

She wishes to take from me,
Show me she can have what I want,
She wishes to break me,
And show me she can what I can't,

Her compliments are to miss-make me,
And her insults are in jest,
Her eyes scream I hate thee,
And her smile whispers I'll you best.

My mind whispers hate her,
But my heart whispers don't care,
One day karma will take her,
So don't act on what’ll make it fair,

She likes to push me,
Claw at my surface,
She wants to drag me,
It is when I stand tall she grows nervous,

Even if I break,
I will put the pieces back together,
I am what she fakes,
I will brush her actions off with a “Whatever.”

She is what she is,
But I am who I am,
I’ll greet her with calmness,
And not fall for her sham,

She can take who she wants,
They where of no worth if they walked away,
Truth is she my friends’ shunt,
Because they're the ones who will stay,

She's a waste of breath,
A waste of time and hate,
She's a waste of my depth,
A waste of mine and fate,

She is what she is,
But I am who I am,
She can’t beat me with this,
Because what she can’t I can.

Effort?
What is this that of which you speak?
Any ounce of effort I put in,
Not a speck of acknowledgement do they me beseech,

What is effort?
If effort is thrown back at one,
Told that one is not good enough,
And that all the time ones put in work is of no luck,

Its not good enough,
Never will it be,
No matter how much sweat or tears,
It’ll never suffice to those who see,

I can slit my wrists and bleed into my creation,
Put every bit of essence of me in,
But there will always be those,
Who tell me my best is not enough,

So effort who the hell are you?
Effort who so does tell me I will reap,
All I get from you effort,
Is wasted time that doesn’t come cheap,

So effort you’re done and fine,
But some acknowledgement is about this time,
If it’s not enough my best,
You can just ****** off like the rest.