The House of Entitlement

 Somewhere in the world 
There's a person who has everything. 
Everything a person
Could possibly want. 
You know that person
And you want to be that person,
But something, most likely money,
Is keeping you from becoming that person. 
So lacking the brains to make greatness
Or the social skills to monetize it, 
You steal the world 
Of those above you. 
You steal their home,
Their family, 
Their very existence,
In the name of saying that you're the best.
No one in the real world knows of this theft.
Only those who share your brain know 
What has happened. 

This is the Last Resort.
No one who lives here
Has their own home.
Everyone lives
At the behest of someone 
They believe to be better than them.
Now that you have chosen
Your place of existence,
Who you are and what you do
Is now known to the world. 
The person you are now
Is someone you run from,
While the person you stole
Is who you wish you could be. 

A Perfect You

Look in the mirror
And imagine that you
Are the most beautiful,
Intelligent,
And Charismatic person
You know.

Picture a person

Like you in every way

Except where you want to be different.

Picture the person

You wish with all your heart

That you could be.

Look in the mirror

And imagine the other life

You wish you could lead.

Now imagine the people you would know,

The friends you would have,

The people who live next door.

Imagine the people

At your perfect job.

Imagine the family

In your perfect house.

Imagine the life you could lead

In a place such as this;

A place so perfect 

You will never leave

No matter how much 

You need to. 

Welcome

To the Last Resort.