Setting Fire to Your Hard Work

If I could unwrite what was written, if I could take back what I said, step back over that line that was crossed, would I?

Should I have protected a fragile ego, looked out for "The Number One", crawled under a rock like the rest of the spineless shower that make up your social inferiors?

You seem to have forgotten that I have an opinion, you forget I have a mind of my own, you forget I have taste, ability, knowledge, and that my fears are far bigger than you, bigger than even you imagine yourself.

I paid for the manual labour, not your self doubt, now neither I have time for.