#introvertedplaguedoctor

I once met a boy with wildfire eyes

And somehow I knew it was more than disguise

He told me he liked my battlefield smile

And asked if I wanted to talk for a while

He gave me talk of revolution

Stuff I’d never heard

But yet, it wasn’t convolution

He gave me his word

He taught me of things I never could fathom

Of individuality within my own atoms

He told me to break society’s cast

And I would have true freedom at last

His wisdom now would guide my path

Bold, and strong, and true

He taught me how to channel my wrath

Into something new

He gave me reason to defy my name

Showed me that life is far more than a game

He helped me transcend my furthest belief

And most of all, I’ve found relief

This revolution is one of a different kind

Not politics, a revolution of the mind

And with his help, maybe I’ll find

A relationship beautifully twined.

What does this mean? Simple- my smiling eyes and mouth are like a prison door, keeping locked away my true ideas. A sad-colored utopia of human virtue- a pale imitation of what society deems orthodox.

Home symbolizes war;

The tearing apart of sanctum-

Retreating to bedrooms, to kitchens, to couches.

Little ears pressed to doors-

“Mommy, what’s a bitch?”

~*~

Drunken fathers, weeping mothers,

Trenches dug in living rooms

Grenades full of words-

“Good for nothing, worthless, helpless, hopeless”

Cannons shooting hate, anger, torture.

~*~

Biochemical warfare in the bedroom,

Toxic gas and “I-love-yous”

Leave you wondering if it’s really your fault

Hiding bruises behind tanks fashioned of makeup,

Masking the pain of “I’m sorry.”