Untitled.
Because you do not belong.
You are not her, you aren't even yourself.
You do not belong.
In a world of atrocities, crime, and betrayal, you do not belong. You are too naive, too innocent.
In a world of kindness and empathy, of caring and holy matrimony you do not belong. You are a filthy thing of God's creation.
Why were you born if not to serve a purpose?
You do not belong.
You are untitled.
What are you?
You are entitled.
You demand respect. Demand to be loved by everyone, because you do not know how to do it yourself.
You are hungry.
In a room of joy and glee you feel empty. You are gluttonous for their praise for which you have not earned.
You are angry.
You snap like a sad, feral dog trying to fight for a life it does not have. You bite because you fear.
You are what you eat.
You are just like your mother.
You are untitled.
You do not belong.
Get out of my head.
You who is undeserving of these gifts.
I am right.
You are a liar.
I am strong.
You are corrupt.
I am myself.
You are nobody. You are everyone. You are who you think people want you to be.
I choose my destiny.
You cannot overcome divine right.
I want to live.
You lie.
I just want to be something someone can be proud of.
You seek validation that will never come.
What am I?
Girl.
Sinner.
Human.
Daughter.
Slave.
Dog.
Entitled.
Untitled.
Do not belong.
Envious.
Gluttonous.
Weak.
Of what am I?
Strength.
Kindness.
Naivety.
Compassion.
Mother.
Sister.
Best friend.
What are we?
Togetherness.
Guilt.
Joy.
Depravity.
I am somebody.
