They tell me my words were
good.
They whisper “Where are
you now?
You are not who you used
to be
You are not right
You are not...”
I am me.
I am where I was meant to
be.
This path was one I chose
to walk on
And I shan't regret not
following the herd
They tell me I'm strange
And wrong
And ask me to fight.
They tell me to hold my
head high
To smile and accept all
fury
To suck in my belly and
hold the noose tight
Be right
Be right
I am not right.
I am anything but straight
neat and sheer perfection
I am anything but
confidence and strict beliefs
I am anything but the box
they're trying to fit me in
They frown
They walk away
Anger. Fury. How dare she
give up?
How dare she not try,
They whisper in menace
And I merely look up to
say
It's not the right time
As the world explodes
around me
In a spray of blood, sweat
and agony
I wait
I wait for the tide to
calm
For a breath of fresh air
I wait
I wait for my muse
As she takes my hand
And gently shows me the
yellow path
That is when I wake up
That is when I let the
anger loose
That is when I let my
heart explode
Leaving tears and gasps in
my wake
Fragments of my soul
touching theirs
Stirring the still,
calming the panicked
As I lie still in the dust
Finally smiling.
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