How The Mighty Crumble.

I see you. I see though the masks you have up, the veils you have drawn. You think you are sly and subtle, but you are like a rough brick smashing though the emotions of others. Selfishness. I see it in so many, but am shocked to see it in you. You would be shocked as well, but cannot shake the binding of resentment and jadedness. Why can't you see a sparkle, instead of a blemish? Or rather, why wont you?

At least this time I won't be the one responsible for the fallout.