With every word that I spoke, all that I became was a hypocrite, and you... a jackass judge.
Now we don’t exchange words, we only exchange smiles, fake ones, when we accidentally pass each other by. And our identities… they are stamped, permanently in our memories, in our eyes. In your eyes, I shall forever remain a hypocrite... Because I love my father but I hate men. Because I love the sky when I dislike color blue. Because I plan big efforts, but manage to implement only a few. And well... in my memory you’ll always be, a jackass judge… one who was supposed to be a companion but 'sadly' could never get beyond appraising mundane stuffs. Yes, you… a jackass judge.
