How

I actually shouted.... But you still can't hear me.
A break, a pause, like that makes it ok. Like that means it doesn't hurt.
Someday it will be like ashes in your mouth, and the crippled excuses you mutter should fall from your mouth like bricks from a skyscraper.
I truly hope that you feel the pain that I feel. I wish that you could bathe in it.

A fraud perhaps...

Look at you all shiny and clean
Something new to impress them with
Underneath, what really beats
I feel I know, a dirty mess
You profess and you show
Both of which are old hat
Aren't they?
Time will tell, yes time
In the end
But Father Time is not my friend
A smile that falters may be all that I am left with