I am not your reason when you look for someone to guilt.

You are the candle, I am the looking glass.

You see only your self when you project on me.

You look for a crime because you have a criminal's mind.

I've had enough of looking your way.

You're blinded by your worries.

Your flame is hate.

My window is clear and sees you true, unfiltered.

But now, it's apparent you have no vision.

So fend for your lil self, and you'll have no blame left for me.

I see the light and the darkness now.

But you feel only for yourself.

You'll learn.

Alone.