Panic. Fear. Trepidation.

All troublesome, yet so well-known.
For these are the feelings that guide me to the path never shown.
I feel... I feel...

Like I want to explode. For there are things that surround me which I cannot abode.

Rules, expectations. Desires and whims. To be the most manly, with bacon strips. To be the most gangster, with rims.

I am no ****, for that is not my way. It also seems that I'm not a "man" for the words I say. Prejudice and judgement, all I face. I thought humanity was a species united for growth and survival. Not divided by race.

Yet I swell with pride, and soar with might. For even though I am not tough, I am ready to fight.

Point, laugh. Whisper behind my back. Because I know you could never launch a frontal attack.

It's all right, in this day and age. Where violence is abundant, rife with rage. I'll rise above you, one way or another.

And laugh as you all seek to **** each other. But for now I wait. Bide my time and plan. Because I see where you all can't.

A place I most certainly can.