It’s your fault that I’m sad
It’s your fault I hate myself
It’s your fault Mum and Dad
Your fault I’m going mad
Big business is killing the earth
Big bankers causing the dearth
My poverty in the midst of plenty
My cup of compassion is empty
I, me, myself, the great I am
I’m good, there’s no God, no sin,
If something’s wrong I’m not to blame
It’s the Others, those who are not the same
I have no agency, no will, no volition,
Self- pity and hate my only ambition
The world condemned by my hopelessness
For letting me stew in my sickliness
I am a victim
I wish I were dead
I’ve had enough
I’m going to bed.
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