in-sight

what right have you
to take away mine
you infringe
you spy
I wish sometimes
that I could lie
like you
I cry
you try to get
inside my head
to pry away
the life I've led
no bite of shock
or manner unborn
unto myself
my soul is sworn
shaped by time
a hammer is hate
upon prejudice
the anvil
waits

what heart have you
to cast aside mine
you defame
you lie
I know sometimes
that I could try
for you
but why
you try to push
turn me away
you must deny
the games you play
no sense of grace
conditional soul
your ugliness
will take its toll
shaped by spite
your laughter is fear
I pierce you now
with honesty's
spear

what sense have you
of who I might be
you're so lost
you cry
I dream sometimes
that I can fly
not you
you'll die
you try to hide
won't let me see
but I still know
intuition freed
no laugh of shame
show you who to be
don't be so scared
I am simply me
shaped by rules
society's game
can no longer mask
society's
pain