The Cornered Animal.

Relegated. Excluded.

In this world, we're subjected, to the survival of the fittest, isn't it?
Where the strongest, the fittest, the best, the most capable, the most outstanding find that, the world's their plaything; and others to them, their plush toys.

Why are we made like this, we complain, that things are this unfair, when all man should be equal. Why do we procrastinate so much, whine at every discomfort, or even push the blame upon others? Why do we lie our way out of situations, adopt that nasal tone, stubborn mentality, hypocritical attitude, or even jump at every chance to put down another? Don't we realize, that our words are lost in the wind, that ultimately, we do not benefit, only end up suffering in silence.

If life's such a fine place, why aren't we all happy with our status quo? Is the "I want the easy way out" mentality inbuilt in all of us? So much so that we've fallen under control of this particular entity? Are we such selfish individuals, that nothing is beyond moral limits in our pursue of perfectionism?

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Yeah, go ahead, position's all yours. Like a how a turtle hides in its shell, hide, cower, back into that hidey-hole of yours, and fire your pellets from within that miserable place you find sanctuary in. Yeah, do it like how you always, stick it in from the back, away from plain view, hit him with such an expansive arsenal of literary ammunition that few possess, all but confront the other in the face. You do it well, you do it well. How the world enjoys hypocrites, eh?