Competition for the First-Born

Why should I trust memory
Your voice is made of emery
You claim all is made for you
Think all our stories need your heroism cue
You are not the victim here
I no longer want to live in fear

Why should you deserve an apology
This was my complication sociology
We have our brand donations
Leaking from old generations

You yell when you want to talk
You run when you want to walk
You feast when you want to eat
You defend when you want to be
Simply writing this has me pause
Seems you hide behind comedy laws

You had me kill him; You stood aside
My diagnosis grim; Behind false memory, hide
Make me do your dirty work; Story-telling so bold
In my monologue you lurk; My emotions controlled