I am...

Is there a key to the dungeon, where the dragons
Of fear bite my heart? I long to fly sideways
Over the clouds of my imagination.
But strange, solemn, stupid, salacious people
Hold me down, and my rage is like hissing.
I hear the words of the bard:
To thine own self be true.
But how can I be true
If I am trying to be you?
Everybody wants me to fit into a box,
Society judges me and calls me an outcast,
And Brian doesn’t understand that his words affect me.
But I rise above,
For I am like a dove.
Though there are thorns and dirt on the outside,
There is a little thing called truth in the center.
I don’t care what other people think
They are the weakest link.
Goodbye!!
Blue oceans.
Calm.
I want to yell,
I want to send them all to hell,
Because when his friends calls me those things
My tears could fill a well.
Not even in Israel would I feel pretty.
But I rise above,
For I am like a dove.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
Me. Because my thoughts are more powerful.