Is my presence less than favoured? Does my icy touch not cool you enough? Is there a form of negative abnormality I hold above your heads which you envy or despise?
What is left of me that you've forgotten? I assume you believe me to be uncharitable. You have forgotten my demands, yet you exaggerate my wishes to meet the needs of the view you hold me against.
I know I am able; I simply do not wish to.
I know I must; I simply care less than you require of me.