Rich People
Atone
I find comfort and begin to progress
Reverse when I forget

That I was a victim
Until I became aware
Self centered
I became a volunteer

I've spent much of my energy
Trying to people please
And save the weak
And what’s left of me
I tried for the ones
I truly need
But It was just
Preoccupied time on
The petty wants of my mind
And still stood I

Counting up my thoughts
As the floor falls from my feet
To be
Perceived
By self
As weak
It all begins ends with me