Epiphany

I'm outside looking in, Through a window sealed and barred. I watch as you're mistaken; As your conscience becomes callous, marred. Hitting. Pounding. I tire myself trying to warn. Screaming. Shouting. This situation is so forlorn. I watch you go. Their life, you choose to pursue. Inching closer to death row, You acquire bad habits - more than a few. The reality of reality settles in - You're caught on their hook. It pierces like a pin... In utter disgrace and horrified pain, down I look. On the ground lies a mirror. Momentarily, I forget your sin. Although broken, it's picture couldn't have been clearer. That's when the SELF examination was destined to begin. The bloodshot eyes. The battered hands. Refusal from a stubborn voice. These are the things I noticed foremost. As I look harder, The pieces come together; My vision becomes clear. I see I was YOUR martyr. It was FOR you I lived in fear. It's time I pronounce my creed. Stop neglecting my needs. To bandage these hands. To indulge in RIGHTEOUS greed.