obscene

darkness grip what a trip
my madness isn't curing me
in times past when white wrath came my way
my thoughts alter and I dream

dreaming new realities into being
ones I could cope with
dark day the day rose 
and my colored shades went away
the stark reality was bleak
everything wasn't technicolor it was black and white

there was no understanding of ones like me
all people have psychic ability 
but with their refusal to see it
it hides deep inside them

sulking in the shadows
but I see them reading me
I'm easy and open
a target for harsh judgement
this is how people manipulate you
by shaming you into submission

a child in contempt I learned it early on
they saw my differences and snorted
it wasn't that I would not conform 
it's that I couldn't

really, I tried but my differences were too great
so I hid in the shadows guilt ridden and shamed
for being a child of the dark light

my magic was pure
but I looked through eyes of wisdom 
that was unsettling to some because of my age
meaning I could see right through them
and in ignorance utter things I wasn't supposed to know 

shuttering haunt, my outcast self wither doing as others willed
and somewhere my truth was lost
causing me great anxiety 
I was fooled into believing I didn't deserve things

until the day shine on me and I reclaimed my being
realizing I would never be as the others
and that was alright

through writing and expression I found my soul
the anxiety loosened
though I still struggle today 
with following my instincts, not by sight

my inner voice spoke again and I began to trust it
none of us are the same and I finally realized
the herd mentality for us is obscene

that somehow one day a defunct example of humanity had taken over
and individuality wane and waited in the dark 
to once again flourish