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You have spent…
so little time,
actually with me.
You have expended…
so little energy,
truly trying to know,
and
understand me;
Yet you stand there,
with evidently little shame,
and offer me your opinions,
about my life,
about my
actions,
about my
thoughts,
about my dreams…
Even worse,
you act as if,
you are shocked,
when I am
unable,
to accept your,
self-serving
analysis,
of my life,
of my
accomplishments,
of my
failures,
of my being.
As if I had spent…
so little time,
understanding me.
As if I had expended…
so little energy,
becoming the man,
that I want to be.
As if…
As if…
…I were you? |
