You look at the clothes they're wearing
And you wanted all variations of it
You look at the house they're living
And you wanted twice the room in it
You defined yourself by the money you're making
You wore diamonds and your presence was always a hit
You tell yourself you did what you had to do
You took everything because you thought that's what winners do
You can't see past what you have
You can't see past what you think people would think
You can't feel what you're doing to yourself
You justified what you're doing to others
You look at those who have more than you
And you thought, why can't I do too
You ran in the pursuit of something more
And you know this is what others have to pay for
You tell yourself you're a doer
"If not me, it would be somebody else"
You tell yourself it's their destiny
"I found them, used them and that's how it's supposed to be"
What made you bad is you don't know how else to live
All you know is that money needs to be made
What made you bad is the power
And that you know that it's all you'll have, ever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem