I've always been the passer-by,
The source of snide remarks,
The source of jealous pride.

It was never me,
Who led a tumultuous life.
A victim of scorn,
Of ridicule and acid-tongued fire.

But today the gun has turned on me.
And in a spark of epiphany, I came to hate
The self I have always seen.
The self who never learnt to appreciate.

I must salvage what's left of broken ties,
Repent my sins
Take back the lies.

Live to love,
With a love to live.
Care for the caring
And have patience to give.

Criticise less,
Revise my whole role.
Value who are dear,
With my heart and my soul.