So great an energy travels through me,
defying you, you vile establishment,
plagued with stereotype,
designed to control, seeking punishment;
greedy to determine right from wrong
yet ignorant of the value of good things,
and oh! How I have yearned for so long
to escape you. Me, you sting.
So great a hope travels through me,
in rebellion against you,
in search of my spirit,
that you so hungrily sought to destroy
through deprivation of love;
and destruction of adventure.
So great a life possesses me
in my shunning away
of you and your wickedness –
Oh! Every day long owing to this, every day-
against you, you vile creature,
and your hunger for sadness
and your impatience with emotion,
and your allergies to happiness.
And no. The fault is not yours.
It is theirs, those loathsome beasts.
It is they who poison you,
so we blister too.