Talking at Me

You weren't talking to me. You were talking at me. You wanted to control the situation. You tried to manipulate me. I remember it all now and I will not forget it again. I tried to help you see it. I wasn't given much room to speak. Through the abuse I learned your methods, and after processing, I am far more aware and not so easily manipulated. I am over it, yet I will not likely ever trust you. You will not likely climb that mountain in this lifetime. You shall not face me, for you know now that you can not win. Your pride won't let you give me the confession you owe me and you'll stay the unrighteous course all the way to your graves. So be it.