Through the plank in your eye, you see every mistake, instability and failure. You verbalize how much I am despised. But, I think you for teaching me so many lessons, on how not to be a man, but to be a shell of bottled emotions, a bottle without a letter inside floating in the ocean.
For my own good, I need to stay away, because all you do is sit and complain, and treat me as the families non-washable stain. Watch me from afar succeed, and once I do, stay there, because you’re not someone I want to see. I forgive you for the pain you have caused me, but it doesn’t mean I’m just going to let you cut me down to feed your ego’s need.