through the translucent glass of perceived sincerity...

closets full of garments - good intention, compassion, benevolence - and yet someday's the decision made to wear instead the gaudy coat of defiance. how disappointing; expectedly contrite! to realize when contemplating option of accommodation or contrast, no hesitation made in choosing dissemination of denigration. would it not be more appealing to present behaviour of plausibility rather than promenade runways of contrive dressed in Chasubles of implied empathy?

  to sit in audience to - know.

obstinate, 
don't you think, 
for you to stand outside the door to this dark room, 
toss randomly -
like wooden matches flicked -
your insinuations?

ludicrous, 
to presume yourself companion to my indifference.
you do not bare the scars of my assumed indiscretion. 
and nowhere in the book of you
is there evidence to support incidence of (misconstrued) self-deprecation. 

if not for lack of care,

i would invest more time into a study of your contradiction.
but knowing at the end of the day,
the conviction you suggest is nothing more than a mask your insensitivity holds residence behind.

careless of you -
to suppose.

when invitation was given without obligation to sit in audience to know.