Let the wheel turn

Dead to me.
Is the concept of compassion.
And yet here you stand before me.

Your soul laid bare,
Your dignity gone.
Your pride,
A bitter pill to swallow.

You stand here and speak to me of truth.
Your eyes betray your words.

You stand here and speak to me of patience,
Your nervous twitching betrays your haste.

You stand here and ask for my counsel,
Your heart will never listen.

Your mind will only hear,
What you want to believe.

Turn around,
Walk out my door.
Walk out my life.
I have nothing for you.

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