Nonworthy

The pressure of life The pressure from Stress It all comes from the media You're wrong It's comes from the rest The Ego The brain It's like God gave you thought That never detained You think you are nice Sometimes even brave But despite your kindness You've always craved You let people push you Shove you to the ground Kick you over and let it all be sound King let violent be no option But used words to it's potential Yet even when words spoken Not one stood in credential You guide You pride But what is pride Without an inch of lie You're worn You're broken from all of that is wakened But nonetheless You have always been like the rest Selfish Ugly Pitiless and always nonworthy