Rise

I have stopped understanding.
I will not sacrifice Right.
I will stand up for myself,
Even if I lose the fight.

Don’t expect me to bow down,
Or think on the larger cause;
Yet I am not violent;
That is not one of my flaws:

But I stand up against those
Who don’t get my Right to Live,
I am not one to forget,
If you ask me to forgive.

I am not understanding:
I reject any decree
That will not let you love
Someone different, like me.

I know who I was, and am,
I’ve every right to be!
For my right to love and live
I will rise up willingly.

A Lie

I lied today

To save my pride.

Now there’re more truths

To catch and hide.

I hate lying.

It’s innovation

Which needs constant

Manipulation.

I lied to thwart

Being lied about;

Unused to shams,

I’m filled with doubt.

Did I’ve to lie

To those I know well?

I feel as though

I am in hell.

I’m snared by pride:

An obligation;

Now I need a way

Out of this situation.

Broken

I fear something has broken.
Something quite deep within me.
I have no desire to find
What exactly it could be.

I fear something has died.
Its death filling within me.
It cannot be my pride,
Surely not my vanity.

Perhaps memory’s token
Has finally shattered.
I do wish things like that
Never, ever mattered.

Perhaps it is empathy
that never fails to depart,
Perhaps it is the will to hope,
belief, or simply the heart.

But something has broken!
I’m sure! That much I know!
But I am too tired now
To be bothered anymore.