You Still Look for Dirt in My Life While Wallowing in the Mud of Your Own

You Still Look for Dirt in My Life While Wallowing in the Mud of Your Own

You keep searching my life for dirt
while standing knee-deep in the mess you refuse to clean up in your own.

You want people to believe I am messy,
while your own life is marked by disorder, deception, and confusion.

You want people to believe I am a thief,
while you steal from us whenever you find an opportunity.

You want people to believe I am dangerous,
while you repeatedly cause harm—without provocation, without conscience.

You keep telling others bad things about me
that are, in truth, accurate descriptions of how you conduct yourself.

This is projection.

You cannot afford to be your true self in the open.
If you were honest about who you are, your cruelty and malice would be visible—and you would be rejected for it.

So instead, you hide.
You perform goodness.
You wear a mask.

And you attempt to transfer your darkness onto me,
hoping that if people believe your lies, they won’t notice your reality.

But truth has weight.
And character always reveals itself—eventually.

I don’t need to defend myself from projections.
Your actions already testify against you.

Light doesn’t have to explain itself to darkness.
It simply exposes it.