This piece of glass that has always been between us
Isn't so see through anymore
Is it
The shades of grey have taken over
They make me feel disfigured
Dismembered
Disheartened
And I can't reach through a computer screen
And hear the voice that so often resonates
From the speaker on my phone
But so infrequently in person.
All documented nonsense
From a world I built up
To protect my outer shells from crumbling
And it isn't fair to blame you for everything
But that won't stop me from doing it
And it isn't right for me to always side with you
But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop.
But nothings fair
No one is fair
And I hate that word
Cause it reeks of entitlement
And is spray painted on every house I've ever walked by
In this little suburb
That nobody wants.
That word oozes with self righteousness
As if just because you don't see it as right
It must be wrong.
I hate that word because
Four letters that used to mean something in this world
Have been hollowed out
By spoiled children
Whose parents braided their hair
And are throwing a fit in the market
Because they cant buy the sugary monstrosity of a food
Whatever they saw on TV this week
Screaming about how it's "not fair"
Because Susie gets everything she wants.
And I would know because I was one of those kids
And my dad always braided my hair for me.
Most of all what isn't fair
And isn't right is
For you to know that you have that power over me
And exploit it
Use it to turn to when no one answers
But like you said before
I always answer
And I always will.