My fire is the water that dampens most conversations

Most of my life I have been secluded

Because my diction causes indignation

Screaming through the same straw

I suck up my tears with yearning to be understood

Accepted… Except that…

I can only be me

Socially Awkward

Ridiculed for my rhetoric

Misunderstood for my metaphors

Shunned for my similes

Patronized for my personification

Apparently it’s against the law to be yourself

I’m imprisoned by society

Barred by barriers of what’s in and what’s not

It’s okay, I’m used to it

That’s why my pen is my best friend

You have to have a mind like mine

To understand me


I’ll make you sit and think

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