The Rage

These things don't make me interesting.

I am an opinionated fool

They ostracize me for speaking my truth

And tell me that I sound like a tool

These things are used to crucify me

I am forced to become watered down

Mistakely using my voice in a crowd

Always makes me look like a clown

And I am troubled, And I am stunted

These things don't give me the audience I need

I reach out to my allies, olive branch for a common cause

Yet no one ever takes heed.

I am an army of one. 

You don't know my name.

You are the wolf, camouflaged as a friend.

I am hunted game.

I am the one who fades.

I am a distant memory of another cipher

You are the world, and all its rewards

Kept from me, hard to decipher

I am the one who never knew love

You are the elephant marching in the room

Here we are, dancing out of sync

I will be gone, too soon.