Poem: Just A Thought

It’s hard to be who I want to be, The world is against individuality, Even those saying just be you, But the fine print is more like, Be who we want you to be, I can see straight though, No imaginary window, Preventing me from seeing the wind blow, Revealing the reality, Seldom seen insanity, Momentarily depriving creativity and civility, Hatred is a money making publicity, But I plan to sit back and watch it all burn, And only then will the lesson be learned, Only God can save the helpless and scorned.