I was merely a speck of vitality
When I observed you all helpless inside a chanted yet broken record
Of conventionality rather than equality
Your ignorance, something I will never be able to afford
Perhaps I attempted to create my own forked tongue,
Succumbing to the toxicity of your belief that love cannot be reciprocated between
a certain two, who,
Despite your concern about the somatic,
Still fight to choose what makes them ecstatic
In fact you are in no place to voice such a strident stance,
When you do not have the slightest familiarity in the feeling of home being brought straight into your hands,
The feeling no type of discouragement could ever destroy:
Home as if it were after years and years away among the people of Troy
In some nights I could feel the loud beating of my heart so erratic,
And in some I found time seemed to stretch on longer than I would favour
But all I had to do was look into her eyes which were beyond cinematic
To be reminded of why these were the moments I would later most savour
I found it within my nature to stick the
debris that was a product of your odium
Into the the depths of my being, even beside my need for sodium
As a result I have outgrown multiple layers of skin,
After which my metamorphosis will begin
And at once without any resistance, I took flight towards the sky,
Because they often said the sky is the limit, I wondered why
And as I escaped into the realm of the pleasant unknown,
I had made the decision that this was the only measure of contentment I was to condone
Finally
Finally
Finally
I am free and most importantly, I am me
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 10:16 PM UTC
I was merely a speck of vitality
When I observed you all helpless inside a chanted yet broken record
Of conventionality rather than equality
Your ignorance, something I will never be able to afford
Perhaps I attempted to create my own forked tongue,
Succumbing to the toxicity of your belief that love cannot be reciprocated between
a certain two, who,
Despite your concern about the somatic,
Still fight to choose what makes them ecstatic
In fact you are in no place to voice such a strident stance,
When you do not have the slightest familiarity in the feeling of home being brought straight into your hands,
The feeling no type of discouragement could ever destroy:
Home as if it were after years and years away among the people of Troy
In some nights I could feel the loud beating of my heart so erratic,
And in some I found time seemed to stretch on longer than I would favour
But all I had to do was look into her eyes which were beyond cinematic
To be reminded of why these were the moments I would later most savour
I found it within my nature to stick the
debris that was a product of your odium
Into the the depths of my being, even beside my need for sodium
As a result I have outgrown multiple layers of skin,
After which my metamorphosis will begin
And at once without any resistance, I took flight towards the sky,
Because they often said the sky is the limit, I wondered why
And as I escaped into the realm of the pleasant unknown,
I had made the decision that this was the only measure of contentment I was to condone
Finally
Finally
Finally
I am free and most importantly, I am me
this is not my best and was written for my grade 11 AP english class but i wanted to put it up anyway
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