Two faced being

I look at it and try to view in another perspective,
I am neglected, and my trust cannot be resurrected.
Through constant beat and let downs I am defective.
My medicine is rejected, but your well being is protected.
I need to be elevated, so I secretly emerge myself in comatose.
I don't know where to go or how to be alone,
I am seeking retribution through the telephone.
And I already know, that I tend to look at it sideways.
Staring down on highways, ready to face my past my own way.
These lies create this reality.
I get struck by am not affected as if I had mortality.
I am everything that you thought could not come out of me.
You are beneath me.
I am the enigma that you constantly try to start reaching.
Though this is not me preaching, this is a debriefing of
the things to come.
We are only sustenance for those above us.
We are only at the table for feeding.