How Dare You?

How Dare You... ?

How dare you?

How dare you demand respect, when all you do is stab with your lies?  It isn't confidence… it's pride.   It isn't strength, it's corruption.  You don't deserve respect… you don't deserve that kind of love.  I doubt you'll ever understand how serious your mistake is.  How dare you speak of honor, when your actions reveal your cruelty? Will you ever learn?  Will you ever grow up?  You're close or past your thirties, with nothing but material things to offer… things that don't improve the soul.  How sad... you're lame.  How dare you say you love your children so much, when the example you set before them is disgusting and vain? You say there's nothing more important in your life but their happiness, yet instead of praying with them every night,  you're out there seeking action and risking it all for minutes of pleasure.  It's sad... you're lost.   How dare you declare yourself a man, when you can't make just one special woman happy?  You count the woman you've gotten in bed… and you forget the number of them who cried for you.  How dare you feel good about yourself after all you've done?  How dare you be proud of your personal  accomplishments, when you've forgotten to do good and serve others?  Do you realize how selfish you've become?  Does the pain you've inflicted to others mean anything to you?  So sad... you're evil.  Do you realize that the reason why many love you, isn't your righteous essence, but theirs? When will you wake up and understand?  You think you know God… but if you did you'd strive to be a little more like Him.  You look for vain treasures in this world, you forsake your family and those whose love is worth it.   When will you ever learn?  When will you change?  Oh poor you… I'll always say:  One day you will wake up alone, with your good years gone, no one around, no one with you.  The reflection you'll see in the mirror will disgust you… and you will want to run and disappear.  You'll realize your actions lead you there.  Or perhaps... perhaps you'll still be surrounded by those who'll still love you despite your imperfections and mistakes: those who forgave you.  You'll still have her there by your side, and your children will forgive your negligence… but that day for sure you'll realize, that it's too late to heal their wounds.   That day, when you finally see their scars and you realize it was you who caused them… that day you'll want to die.  It is sad.