I'm an outlaw
that's been living
with the doubts,
I've been given.

See me persisting, insisting
in my right to be existing.

I'm quizzical right now.
Though, I know this is a particular predicament,
this weird temperament probably isn't permanent.

Still, I am fixated on how my mind has mutated.
How this larva like version me has pupated,
preparing to be updated from my previous caterpillar state.
How I refuse to let my butterfly mind
be mutilated by those who have hated
every ounce of human empathy
I have seeded as an artist seeking a harvest
of love and compassion that needs reaping.