Pious

I know I'm  a horrible human being.
However, so are you because you judge me.
If you were in my situation,
The first thing you'd do is reason with yourself:
"I'm not that bad. I just made a mistake."
Because I know, before you're caught,
You look down upon others and their crimes
And you fantasize about your penantant greivance.
You believe you'd slither off into the darkness
And wouldn't dream another dream.
I know, because I had the same faulty notion.
But, no... my sin is discovered.
What do I do? Do I shrink? Is that what I do?
No... because I cannot. And neither could you.
You believe I ought to be pestled down to nothing
Because you believe that's what you would do yourself---
You'd allow yourself to be pestled, and broken, and never forgive yourself.
But, you would. And you'd do exactly what I'm doing,
By trying to make a good life for yourself.

So, before you judge me,
Consider, I was once just like you.
So, let me tell you how it would actually go.
Alright?