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I am not what you say I am
I will not be what you tell me to be
You stare at me through a prism of delusion, of hatred,
of propaganda
and I refuse to see myself in your lies
you tried to turn me into a barroom anekdote a whispered slur, a vile fairytale to fool the gullible
But I will not be the mirror for your self loathing
You use accusations as weapons, scarring me where no blade can pierce
But I will not plead guilty to your crimes
I will not perform a spastic puppet dance to the lying chorus of your psyche
And yet... Hurt me enough and you will see, spread your disease amongst my friends, my family,
my loved ones and you will learn...
you will learn what I can be
They say a lunatic is simply a minoraty of one.
I will embrace that madness, that lonelyness,
that hopeless insanity and show you
I will show you everything you never wanted to see and I'll finally be what you never truely wanted me to be