The truth hurts, doesn't it?

You moan about how we say life isn't fair But it shouldn't have to be fair for equality to exist Life being fair isn't being born into luxury Its being rich in safety An automatic right we all should have Being rich doesn't always equal wealth Rich is safety and the lack of doubt Invalidation is a hobby for you Something that brings you joy Until its turned around on you Complaining how we bring up injustices How we don't live in a fair society But then it's okay for you, right? When you complain how we 'steal' your jobs Despite us being more than qualified Ironic how you complain instead of working But then again complaining is the only job you know Maybe if you didn't wallow in jealousy you wouldn't moan But then again as history serves The only thing you know us how to shout at black people until the crops grow Or maybe you don't want your mask to show It's not about jobs, it's about how you try to conceal the feeling of insecurity That seizes to let go From the chokehold of being inferior If you really thought you were superior Being a try hard is not the way to go It seems that you are all talk But needs help to walk Asking for help is not in your vocabulary Then again the only thing you know how to do is shout Or when your voice runs out You decide being a bully is what it's all about Gaslighting is your shield Used only to protect how you feel Validating your own violence Whilst being appeased by our silence Pathetic, that the only way you feel whole Is by abusing power and control And yet it's still not enough Otherwise you wouldn't act so tough Reality is not made by rainbows and sunshine It's made by cold hard truths And these are directed to you The world doesn't revolve around you The truth is you are the ones spinning it It's all about manipulation And blurring parts of the picture Unlucky for you we can see through the opaque lies of superficiality