I wish I could get inside your head,
See the world from the goggles of your judgement,
Part the weave into threads,
See what makes you treat others like dirt,
Take it all apart and find out why you always feel so hurt.
Why do you bicker?
Why do you start fights and condemn?
With an attitude so damning,
You must think yourself a divine authority,
The judge, the jury, and the executioner,
The fire, the fury, and the persecutor.
But you are no better than anyone else,
You are no more than those you torment,
And hopefully one day you’ll learn that
the best way to spread your message is by setting an example worth following.