Your self entitlement is sickening
When did psychosis become so beautiful?
The image of victim hood so appealing
What must you weep for?
When mummy and daddy pay for your carelessness
Your car, your phone, your clothes
The spoiled soul
intent on self destruction
when you can no longer consume
self harm is on fleek
Your little mind a cascade of self inflicted bruises
Throw yourself into a war zone
The day in the human traffic
Sit under a paedophile's glare
live under the shadow of poverty
Sleep by the plague streets
Oh you poor pathetic hipster
Here, have the BPD and PTSD
Sleep with one eye open!
With the knife and dog by your pillow
For the abuser that vowed to return
For the shadows that haunt the night
For the insomnia that wracks your brain
For the voices of a demonic opera
This is not special
This is hell
I am NOT special!
The world owes me nothing!
For what I have, what I want
I fight, I strive, I survive
I am not a snowflake
There are many more like me
Who live by the ashes of temples
By the bombs of sands
In the wake of unclean hands
For virginity stolen!
For childhood lost
By war, poverty, disease, rape
Your vulgar cry
with all the middle class entitlement
That muffles out the true cry
The cry of a child in the Gaza strip
The cry of forced marriage
The cry of the cancer bearer
The cry of a soldier in the heat of battle
The cry of a mother who could not feed her babe
The cry of the hymen ripped out
The cry of the elderly
The cry of the camps
The cry
to which you find so pretty
which you know nothing of...
You mold it your life
of middle class shit!
Your glorified bedroom
a western modern pit
Iphone, computer, holiday in the sun
Yet you still feel undone?
So you putrid little fetus
Take my hand, we shall go
where your entitlement can not tread
where the raped are forgotten and suffering are dead