So easily do you cry out as the victim
that you seldom remember you are also a criminal.

I have no further desire to pity you.
Stand up, dust yourself off,
lift your chin and wear your mistakes as a sheath
guarding your penetrating lackluster sword.
I won't stop you from making a fool of yourself,
but I have every problem with you trying to make a fool of me.
Why don't you stand up
and wipe the false tears from your eyes?
No one believes you anymore,
even if they stopped trusting me long ago.
They don't care.
They aren't going to care.

So why don't you stop pretending,
and draw your white flag,
and surrender to the truth
you've known all along?