Second class citizen

Blasted blasphemy.
Trying to work our way out of our shit gradually.

Since when has that worked

I don't even want to think what has it's hands wrapped around my ankles, pull me in as I wrap you around my finger.

 Such a beautiful accessory to a crime against humanity.

But isn't that just living the dream? Take a part in someone else's scene so you can feel important. Just know it's your own life that you've cut short.

Won't grab life by the horns you're too afraid of being gored.

Pussy.

Stand up for yourself before I shit in your face. Your entire family seems to find you a disgrace.

The sword is behind you.

But you refuse to go with honor. growing a backbone just in time to find out that the color of your small intestine is salmon.

You never did like seafood.