I cannot believe you are not by my side. You chose to mask your facade behind the crowd.
They heard your calling while I was reaching out for help.
You chose to reach out for self, and the self-hate that sounded like self-help.
The smile that was worth while is the detriment to the crooked eyes that cowl through your sinister smile.
I was the reason for your smile. Now the reason you smile is to mock my trials. The opinion of the court marks me guilty.
They didn’t need you, but you complimented me.
Am I guilty?