just a piece, a construct
put together by the parts,
unwilling and forced
that fit the least
I'm just one voice
drowning in your
virtues of neglect
just a vent, suffocated with apathy
against relegated innocence
citizen you
among the wolves
do you look up or down?
why show your throat
to those who would hurt you most?
in conclusion, brother, sister,
nothing will change
and that's how you like it,
that's how you want it
its business as usual