It is this time that I come to confession
I have many things that weigh heavy upon my chest
Deep burdens that extrapolate hatred from the very
Pours of my sweat
You don’t necessarily know who I am
So therefore my legend shall go untold
To a great many people
But if what I say here now
Is in fact what this world is about
Then maybe I can help but those few who listen

I do not try to glorify what I write about
I have no reason to want to
There are a great many things that are dear to me
Many I keep sequestered inside
And some that you may all ready know

You may judge me as strange
Perhaps you are sound in your judgment
I am indeed different than those others
You are familiar with
I don’t think like them
As does conformity nay breech my style
So I am excluded for being different
My stories have less purpose
So I must find ways to fit in
So that my stories can be heard
So that I may speak

And what popularity has to play with this aspect
Is but only fundamental in its mechanics
Since society awards those of social dignity
I must find my way to that top
To be or not to be like those
I am not like those
But I manage about them

In so much as to declare affections for others
Names shall be left undisclosed
As I foretell that the future needs not old names
Their existence will be as ephemeral as mine
So why take the time to list
When it is far more easy to know
And accept
With utter appreciation
You people, the ones not like me
And this is then all of you
View me as something different
Something targetable by your promiscuous disregard
And I myself could not truthfully admit
That I have only been on the receiving end, too
There are others who I’ve not accepted
But I realize their pain
And it is conformity that makes me do this

So your regards are queer
That is my humble opinion
And your madness is equal to mine
But mine is controlled
Yours, I don’t know
If you could for one day, or in so much as one hour
Take me for that you see as omniscient
Maybe then you shall see me different
From ever on