I came to you when I was hungry, and you laughed at me.
I came to you when I was thirsty, and you spat on me.
I came to you when I was sad, and you mocked my suffering.
I came to you in ragged clothes, and you made fun of me behind my back.
I came to you when I was sick, and you only made it worse.
I was trapped in the confines of my own mind, and you stalked and tormented me.
I don’t forgive. I don’t forget.
Hypocrites abound.