Dysfunction

Unbalanced, unstable, unfair.
We're all so similar, but we each have our own twist.
We play with minds, with hearts, with lives. It doesn't matter.
It's all a game and you're all pawns.

We're mean, we're malicious, we're malcontent.
But that's how we thrive and strive.
It's every man for themselves out there,
Too bad, so sad.

But even amongst ourselves, there's a rift.
Jealousy, animosity, resentment.
But hey, if you think I'm such a bitch, do something about it.
I'd respect you more if you slapped me across the face instead of whining.

Oh, life is so rough, isn't it?
Well, no shit, it wasn't meant to be a cake walk.
Toughen up, Man up, Grow up.
Move on.