Obscure

A completely contemptuous assault

My very own heart.

Burning my existence into cinders

As I desperately try to catch my breath.

Seen as an embarrassment in the public eye

They turn up their noses

The pungent smell of my failure stains their “perfect world”

The obscurantists.

They dispatch their worst to make sure I stay at the bottom

It is an almost welcome bittersweet punishment …

But unnecessary

I know their contempt for the strange…

The extraordinary.

My talent,

The one thing that makes me happy…

My personal crucifier.

My lifeline.

My beacon.

Author's Note

Kind of like a spur of the moment emotional release I guess. I also have an account on ReadWave so I have same me stuff posted there. I'll post the link to my page on there in my AboutMe. Latersss(: