Creative People

Nails That Stick Out

 

 

I don't fight the chains

 

Or

 

Pull on the bars.

 

I don't try to tear through

 

the tape on my mouth

 

I Don't deny the nicotine in my throat

 

The more I speak

 

The more cancer I spread

 

The less conventional my clothes

 

the more claustrophobic

 

children's faces.

 

The more twisted my morals

 

The less civil society

 

The more obvious my tears

 

The more dull the sky

 

My mother she cries

 

She wishes I had been a doctor

 

To say that one can heal without medicine

 

Truly absurd I became

 

Crazed

 

Diabolical

 

Is it too late to start over?

 

To amend my arrogance

 

To erase the faces I gave my feelings?

 

To be different was to be

 

the Death of all that stood above me

 

I'm thankful my execution will be televised

 

So the world can see this mistake