I don't deny what I've done, but I'm not proud of it either.

When you corner me and leave me with nothing to lose, you cannot fault me for doing what even an animal would do, let alone man. So before you consider anything else, the world pleads you on its knees to reflect upon your own attitude unto others, from which you get only what you deserve.

Life is unfair, or so they say, but the rights to these words, you don't grasp in your hands. When proper effort is made and life fails you, yes it's unfair. When lacking effort is displayed and life fails you, you might as well consider yourself being unfair to life.

Your words, pierced with shameless denial and your requests, laden with unreasonable sloth. Yet you daringly drag your cheeks to question why the world stands behind me. No, I'll correct you, logic and reasoning, not the world, stands behind me. Your rank is but only your weight which you abusively throw about, and is the only reason why I even think to place myself in the wrong. I wonder why I would choose to phrase myself in the wrong and attempt to fool the world that you deserve my apology.

Just so you know, I didn't have a choice. Life gave you what you have today and it will not be me to take them away, so I did not. Here's something for you to take away: Life gave me what I have today, and it will not be you to take them away.