Priorities

I have watched you in your misdemeanor,
My disturbed face is getting greener.
You're at the mirror for an hour,
Your thoughts are getting unpleasantly sour.

Because you put yourself above the rest,
As everyone else you begin to test,
To see if they are worth your while.
They'll never be in a million miles.

And I, my friend, I'm done trying,
Done watching all the others crying.
And all because of the things you said,
The judgements crowding your insane head.

But I will let you live and think as you may,
I'll keep my changing words at bay.
You have to clear your own hate,
Get your own priorities straight.