STOP.
Reminding me how much I've changed.
You haven't known me for very long, so don't judge me so fast.
You complain of my actions, the way I talk, how I behave.
So much that it's come to a point where I know what you want to tell me,
even before you finish your first sentence.
You make me feel down.
And you expect me to think it's okay for you to thrash me with those piercing words.
What's worse is that you're not aware of how much you've changed.
You don't see your mistakes, you only see mine.
I hate the rude things you've said.
The rude things you've did.
And you walk around pretending you've done nothing wrong.
I put space between us so I won't lose my patience with you.
But somehow, you've managed to squeeze through the small holes I couldn't cover.
