This is for those who keep making their situation worse by playing the victim.
How can you be cozy when the flames are at your neck?
I’m watching you burn but the heat stifles my breath.
You say you like the heat but I know it’s out of spite.
It’s hell out here, but you’re stoking the fire.
From your perspective, we’re the ones turning to ash.
The world is engulfed when you’re the only one inside.
You think you’re invincible since you survived the past,
But I see your skin crack as you begin to die.
The storm is coming, I’m taking cover.
You fail to see the clouds that hover.
Your wrath will spread, infecting others.
The downpour comes, and you discover,
You’re the only one left afraid.
The smoke will clear and you think that you’ll be safe.
But everyone around you comes to life unscathed.
You want to hate them because they see what looms.
You gather tinder in your straw rooms.
From your perspective, we’re the ones most evil.
The world is scary when you’re the only one afraid.
You think you’re broken since you became so feeble,
But we see right through you, as you start to fade..