i live my days as the untitled would in an untitled world going to untitled unmarked uninteresting places and visiting typical untitled entitled brats much like myself
i catch myself in the mirror and i think "daaamn" and i look my untitled entitled face that reads
"stay away from me"
i'm nothing special as an untitled person
i'm nothing terribly deep or profound
i don't work for what i want i don't know struggle pain eludes me and laughs when i reach for it
i'm trying to know trying to see trying to care
i'm trying
but the untitled entitled aren't given what they truly need
the untitled entitled have everything
except compassion relation knowing understanding feeling lessons learned lives lost
the untitled entitled are entitled to ease the untitled entitled have nothing though about