Lord Forbid I Become Idealistic
In a world committed to Cynicism

I lead my heart like a prisoner
Flesh wrapped in chains
So sinister
My mind barking orders
Like a warden
A fresh new pain
Again and again
With tooth and tongue
To keep me locked up
Hung loose by the neck
Complaining it stung
Keeping me distracted
With the humdrum
This theory and that
More far flung
Will anyone listen?
They don't understand
Their faces distorted
Speaking has been banned
What is this gap?
The difference between us
Is this a fact?
My tongue winds around my throat
With my own words I've been choked
Why won't you speak?
Theyre not the first to ask
Too late
the moment has passed
My existence
Forgive me missus
I'd say it's not my fault
But that's a lie
Chances I've had
Plenty a time
But the pesky voice continues to lie
Punishment is in living
Not in disappearing
Atone for your sin
With your life
Prove that you can be better
To one day be unfettered
Live to look them in the eye
And say fully with pride,
You may hate me but before you decide
My destiny my fate will always be mine.


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