Weak and Pathetic

you cry online you whine in threads you build your little victim bed you shake with fear you beg for praise you hide your weakness in a haze you call it slop you call it fake like somehow that will raise your stake you act like pain belongs to you like no one else can make shit too weak and pathetic weak and pathetic cry a little louder you sound weak and pathetic weak and pathetic weak and pathetic point your fucking finger you’re still weak and pathetic you scream “not fair” you scream “not right” like art belongs to those who fight but all i hear beneath your speech is fear of what you’ll never reach you say “real artists” you say “humanity” while drowning in your own insanity if what you made was worth a damn you wouldn’t fear another man weak and pathetic weak and pathetic cry a little louder you sound weak and pathetic weak and pathetic weak and pathetic blame the fucking future you’re still weak and pathetic you built your cage then kissed the bars and blamed your wounds upon the stars you want the world to slow for you because you’re scared of something new “it’s not a fair fight” you fucking cried as if your talent somehow died no one owes your dream a throne adapt or get the fuck back home fair is something you take your children to nothing in this life was built for you you sound like such a goddamn victim too weak to build so you just bitch and condemn weak and pathetic weak and pathetic every word you mutter sounds weak and pathetic weak and pathetic weak and pathetic keep on fucking crying stay weak and pathetic make your music or shut your mouth quit spitting fear and calling it truth the world keeps moving with or without you and no one fucking owes you proof you can hate the tool you can curse the change but crying online won’t rearrange the fact that fear is all you’ve shown weak and pathetic all alone