If I Can't Have It

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Look at them—so high, so bright
Their laughter like a spiteful light
They glow in rooms I cannot fill
(So I’ll make silence of them still)

They speak with ease, they walk on praise
While I dissolve in shadowed haze
But if the world won’t gift me grace—
I’ll claw it from their perfect face

I wear a smile, but curse their name
Their joy becomes my private flame
I preach of fairness, quote what’s owed
(Then salt the path they boldly strode)

If I can’t have it, no one can
I’ll break it just because I *can*
I’ll paint your throne in tarnished hue
(Then claim I fought for something true)

I see your good, I feel it burn
So I demand a cruel return
You rise, I writhe, I plot, I wait—
My gospel flows from quiet hate

You have what effort couldn't buy
So I’ll rewrite the reasons why
I’ll call you lucky, call it theft
(And claim the moral high ground left)

I speak for those who feel like me
The bitter mass that longs to see
The strong brought low, the sharp made dull
(The sun put out, the joy made null)

I cry for “equity,” then strike
You’re wrong for living as you like
You owe us all, for being you—
(And I’ll collect until we’re through)

If I can’t have it, I will smear
Your peace, your love, your bright career
Your grace offends my starless night
(So I will call your blessings blight)

I’ll drag you down with claims of pain
Not from my wounds, but from your gain
And in your fall, I’ll raise my glass—
(For envy loves to see joy pass)

The ones who shine don’t see us crouch
We smile, then strike beneath the couch
We chant of justice, loud and clear—
(But what we crave is to interfere)

If I can’t have it, let it burn
I’ll trade the joy I’ll never earn
To see you question, flinch, and fold—
(And call that fairness, sharp and cold)

I won’t be last, though I won’t win
Just let me rot your joy within
If I can’t rise, then you must fall—
And I’ll call that the best truth of all