Harsh truths hurt the most when one can't be accepted.
completely made up, yet the truth when spoken from
my voice. A new accompaniment—still a reason
I've grown accustomed to my views so soon. A guide—
giving value into my heartfelt knowledge you call insanity.

Unique into its own core—made by the only one who
truly believes the thoughts within my mind. Certain
into the future even with a cloud in his eyes five
seconds into the future. Storage of courage
servicing—granted until the last drop muffles to nothing.

But a tank with infinite capacity—nothing really matters
in the end-game. Plans of perfection fall short with
flaws shot on sight. Streams of electricity—mapping out any
outcome. Knowledge lurking, unable to access as more
effort, more pieces must be ripped from my Soul.

Tolls a mere cost for a better. Controversial in many,
but a serene paradise in mine. Let my choices be
a lead for the lost—unfortunately I work alone.
Futures of ever-lasting hope with shinning street
lamps able to raise your features into what beauty should be.

Select a few to understand the curse—the true strong-willed
hearts that are shunned for diversity. Power unmatched by the
average; unmistakable for what is taken as weak. Anarchy is much
more than no rules to follow—it's a beauty. Capitalize on words
offered into your brain. Knowledge is power, as well as beauty.