Insult like the truth

I've adjusted my prescription
'til I couldn't trust my vision
There's no killer like convenience
There's no sickness like omission
I've amended resolutions
and resisted explanations
There's no trap door like emotion
There's no pit like reputation

I am so sick of excuses, lies and the fact that some people can't just own up to the fact that every single decision made here revolves around reputation and the almighty dollar...or rupiah, as it were.

Save face and make money, that's all that matters. Throw in some condescension, word-twisting and guilt trips, wrap it in a nice, fuzzy "we do all things for Jesus!" excuse and we're good to go.

I'm tired, disillusioned and frustrated beyond belief and I just want to come home. I am seriously regretting our decision to stay but there's nothing I can do about it now.