ever feel
like a brat? so unfair,
like you'd trade it all? live bare
give up your bed, hit the streets.
to justify your hurt; make it feel complete?
you see,
we know we shouldn't feel this way.
food to eat, a place to stay.
is it selfish to want a break?
a moment of peace
for goodness sake?
or maybe i'm just a soul too deep
a secret i'm trying to keep.
i promise i'm not an entitled brat, that isn't me.
im just a person, with an endless ache, trying to justify my misery.