Let Me

I hate it when I can’t express myself

Whether it’s personal

Failure or because I’m censored.

How then am I supposed to inspire,

Be town crier

Elevate people to higher than

Their own personal mire

When my situation’s dire

When then should I display my skill

To give people power of will

That gives them time to still

The urge to kill

the flow of life and the ray of light which should spill so freely

Onto the opportunity borne of hard ground which I till.

So then my word

Ceases to be a sword

With which to destroy

Every clapboard

Mind that houses crap thoughts

Instead of- my Lord!-

The mansions and chalets and the yachts

I help you climb aboard

To make you feel you’ve won a lifetime achiever award.

Why then do I continue to live here,

Who then is it I’ve come to fear

What is it they have that clears

 My mind of all words I hold dear

Let them scorn, let them jeer

but never let them- people and my own emotion- create a frown

create that void or cause my eye to tear