I make a mistake;

I blunder, I trip.

You watch me fall;

You stand, towering over me, 

Not caring how or why I stumble.

I look up, eyes sparking defiantly,

But only to hide the glisten of tears.

You judge:

I burn under you gaze,

Receiving a yellow list of offenses.

They define me now,

For that is how you see me.

Ignoring the hidden plea,

Punishing imperfection from your righteous pedastal.

I am cast away:

Another promblem forgotten.

Your unwillingness to help me,

Your reluctance to get involved--

It scars me.

The thick callouses shield me,

Blocking the voices of future concern and advice.

I tread on through life,

Unchanged.

My will stubborn;

More hardened by your words,

Than the fall itself.

It could have been avoided. 

You could have listened.

You had the chance to Intervene;

To change a life,

To mold a mind.

But you miss the root.

I never change.

You brushed away the chance to help.

I never change.