Gas lamps have been lit
Pointing and wagging fingers
Claiming observations and facts are erroneous
Always being told things were the opposite
Violating the brain in secret
Once the correct words came out
Faces begin to steam
Some were from phony friends
Fairweather attitudes were the aptitude for deception
All have forced me to craft a shield even when my correctness could pierce through armor of pyrite hues
Sometimes I’d rather be right especially when I KNOW I was right
I wish I knew then what I knew now
Altering the past would’ve been a beautiful thing if it was feasible
I was never this genius that some people have told me
I’m still learning, yet I feel that I still don’t know enough
If I could have erased my ignorance
I could’ve had a better life
Bullies would be discredited
And none would dare challenge me again
I want to know and show I’m right
Where no one could argue against what I know
The will to punish vied for emancipation.
Ospreyshire's Realm 