Hypocrite

I can hear you, you know.
You sit there,
talking about how sucky I am,
how bitter I am,
what a loser I turned out to be,

And you don't look at yourself
except to point at it and say "perfect"
turning me down to bring you up
So high you sit on your thrones
laughing as you spit down at me

Me, who's sitting alone upon my isolated stone
where I can't be reached
or reach out to anyone
So listen to my words and use a mirror for your heart
Beacuse to say the least, at least I'm real.