All these gifts you possess

You do nothing to progress

Now I am not saying that is bad

Just a bit unnerving

So…underwhelming

The fact you choose to do this

You must feel some guilt

Think of the others

What do the others think

Do you believe no one is upset with you

Do you understand how awful this makes them feel

Do you feel no remorse

Oh

Now I see

You are selfish

You think you can get away with this

Don’t you?

How peculiar

How special you must feel

Playing victim must be nice

Trying to make us the villains

You must think this is so funny

Inconsiderate, are you?

Oh, crying are we

Look at you

So pathetic

Worthless

A burden really

You are like closed off pitcher

So full of content

But unable to pour it out