I've been told it's about what you want

It's all about you

I beg to differ

With this egregious so called truth

You don't really care

About my desires

So why should I care about yours

I'd at first care for liars

You picked an alcoholic bully

To be my dad

While his love may have been there

It was sadistic and sad

You picked an inner city madhouse

To be my high school

Ravaged  by ignorance-redlining- chaos-red tape

And dubbed the school of fools

You picked the worst race in the worst country

To be my ethnicity and home

Hatred and racism

The same old song

Some say it's a test

Of my faith

You knew the outcome

And where I would break

A test at times pointless

And at best terribly improvised

But at worst it's an nightmare

A sadist fantasized

So I don't care

What you want

So take a number in the complaint line

Just don't get in the front.