you.


yes you.

tell me.

who gave you the right to criticise me?
wh o gave you the license to look down on me?
who ever told you that you were right and i was wrong?
who granted you the liberty to charge me as guilty?

what was it that made you think that you're better then me?
was it something i said?
was it something i did?
or was it something i didnt say and didnt do?

even so.

who are you to judge me?

have you taken a good look at yourself?
stared down your reflection and looked beyond the facade?
stripped away the pretense and personas?
gazed with critical eye at the debris that lies buried underneath it all?

have you?

i doubt it.

if you have, you'd have realised that you're no different from me.
you're just as shallow and superficial as the rest of the world.
equally guilty of not saying things you should have said.
and doing things you shouldn't have done.

you're just as malicious and conninving as me.
and the rest of the world.

so tell me.

answer me just this once.


who died and made you God.