You think you know me.

You’re wrong.

You’re angry because you know I’m right.

You’re angry because I force you to look in the mirror.

You’re scared because I make you feel insecure.

You’re scared because I challenge your throne of lies.

You’re weak in the face of the truth.

You’re weak and others will see it too.

If I was wrong, you’d say I was wrong

But you don’t.

If I was wrong, you’d apologize for hurting me

But you don’t.

If I was wrong, you wouldn’t be so angry

But you are.

If I was wrong, what I say would have no effect on you

But it does.

You think you know me.

You’re wrong, you don’t know yourself.