Indescribable

That's right.
Take a good, long look in the mirror.
See the reflection looking back at you.
Really see it.
Now can you still sit on your high horse?
Can you still say that you were wronged?
Can you still tell yourself that you didn't do anything wrong?
Can you honestly face yourself with a perfect conscience?
Am I still the villain here?
I'll be the first to admit I am no saint.
And I can be a witch.
But darling, you...
You are indescribable...
And I don't mean that in a good way.
Darling.
Take your perfect conscience and honeyed poison and get away from here.