It builds up like a volcano eruption,
this disruption,
this consumption,
of assumption.
You take me for granted.
Your beliefs are implanted
from birth.
But I am worth more, a precious ore,
one to adore,
But you have too much pride.
I scream inside, as I try to hide,
my pain.
You are vain,
and quick to complain.
Let me explain,
just this once how I feel.
This is real,
you undermine me,
Try to define me
or even refine me.
You can’t design me,
I am my own special mixture.
A desirable fixture,
that deserves to be heard,
and I prefer to be stirred,
in the right way.
Oh did I say,
that you need to look within,
at the skin you are in?
Because trust me,
from where I be,
it’s not that great.
You exude hate,
for a spate,
then switch on the charm,
just to strong-arm,
your position.
It’s a condition,
you seem to need to control me and patrol me.
Instead you should console me,
for I need to be held.
I am compelled,
to mention,
the tension,
you breed.
Is this a chance to concede?
Because you need to learn,
this is not what I yearn.
I scream inside,
at the implied,
threat
that I am in your debt.
For what?
What have you got
that I need?
A destructive seed
is not going to feed,
my appetite for life.
Your ignorance is rife,
so I shall no longer scream inside,
or abide
by your rules.
Your mind bending tools,
have no more power.
This is my finest hour.