My life is so damn hard,
In a way No One else
In the whole wide world…
Would EVER understand!
Because! My problems are worse than all
the billions of people on this planet!
Why doesn’t anyone understand it?
My life, my pain, my terrible past,
Means I get a special pass!
The rules you have when listening to me,
Are Different than the ones that I need
You to follow when you are talking to me!
I need to talk, why aren’t you listening?
I’m trying to repeat the same thing
You just said but louder
and as if it’s me.
Inconsistently demanding you
live up to standards
That I don’t want to.
Listen to me attentively and authentically
Quietly and endlessly.
How you can so selfishly
talk over me!
Right after telling me
You care for me.
Why can’t you see?
I had a hard life!
My childhood was rough.
While you all played in heaven,
I got tortured in Hell growing up!
I have a list of reasons longer,
Than my leg that will excuse me!
From ever doing,
As in consciously choosing
To do the right thing… Nope!
I’ll just keep explaining why blaming
Everybody else who is at fault for me,
Not being where at the time
I’m supposed to be
That I agreed too,
its not me it MUST be you!
How can I prove, what evidence do you need?
To explain that my heart
is the only one that bleeds!
I still have feet so I’ll walk on
No way! The fears inside all say
That just can’t be done! And
I’m not sure you understand.
Which isn’t fair, I’ve spent
Every minute all day with you.
Listening to you, barely speaking at all!
Why cant you do that for me occasionally?
Why don’t I see many drastic
Steps ahead taken in one evening
Towards you better respecting my feelings?
I can never be mistreated,
I deserve a free pass, for life!
I do. Not you. You’ve never been through
anything close to what I had too.
Not even one, absolutely
NONE out of the 7.8 billion of you
Can feel like I do!
I mean come on,
There is nothing similar in our situations
Sure we both have problems,
but you don’t get to blame them
On others like me!
I get special treatment,
ME! Just me!
The rest of you
All have to go on without it
It’s the only reasonable
And fair way to go about it.
I sat in my chair shocked
By The story she told me.
of her entitled deserving
Not to be good or be kind.
Just because mom and daddy
Whooped her behind.
That is statistically impossible
Yet She is not responsible
for the actions that were done!
She doesn’t want consequences
To come with her actions.
She will mistakes
She just won’t make corrections!
Or pay attention so She can learn
Who she is and she can be!
The winner is the person discovering
Actually accomplishing something
In the time they could be stuck explaining
That they didn’t stand up
After falling in the dirt.
Putting in the effort to begin.
Not making excuses to give up when
Times are tough,
Consequences are shitty,
Keep working through
All the nitty and the gritty.
So I deserve a life that’s pretty.
My actions build my life,
The one thing that is mine
To mold and create.
Knowing that I may or
May not have been able to make
The right decisions and mistakes
And chose just not too
Then demanded the rules change
For me but not for you,
I’ve looked at the wrong inside of me
and the truth I’ve seen
wasn’t very flattering
but at least I looked