What is the purpose for them to continue to hurt me?
Who ordained me to always be in the wrong?
My only hindrance to happiness is judgment,
I’m just helplessly lost as I wallow along this ghost town.
No matter what I do there is always something to blame.
It’s always my fault, inequality doesn’t allow me to mistake.
But I’m not perfect and they can’t reprimand me for that!
Why do you, the most important person, continue to hurt me?
You’re the only person I am constantly with.
Although sometimes you smile at me in the mirror,
Other times you bring the assumption of perfection.
I don’t understand why you let them bring me down.
Just to provide me meditation would make me proud.
But I’m not perfect and you have to understand that!
 
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