Unforgivable Privilege

I've spiraled so much of myself into thinking that I have nothing, 

That my privilege chokes me now and then,

it's honestly a dichotomy to mourn or not to, is the real question.

 I have berated myself to this position that wrongs seem to have a justification, I'm in a juxtaposition. 

Loathe is a heavy word, I'd rather use it later,

but what does cross my mind during this period of quite abyss, is jealousy, guilt, unkindness, hostility. 

Is this normal?  

 Let normalcy breathe and thrive in its own land,

for I have come to accept this barren heart of mine. 

normalcy can wry.