To the ones who laughed,

to the ones who mocked,

to the ones who tore at the seams of my dreams -

I pity you.

To those who cut me down, bit by bit -

I pity you.

I’m no Messiah,

but I forgive you.

Absolutely almost.

I never said I was perfect.

Despite your absinthe recollections,

I never uttered those words.