REBEL

The past is gone, but the past is haunting. Living in the past. The future is the past.

They called me Mean
After I haste charge the race to Win
They paced the claim I was Weak
For I took mine before their Seek
Abandoning theirs, now am Harsh
For bending their hunt for fate Rush
They chastised my glee, mere Childish!
After I broke the Fellowship for my wish,
They distanced and labeled me Outlaw
But a one-sided law, my ambition drags below
I smiled and parted, made believe am a Sadist
Since my path's clear, theirs' clouded in Mist
Wallowing in misery, they shout am Cruel
Everyone has to win a personal Duel
Officially am their Rebel
A past they'll reckon.

Author's Note

My errors are yours to point out and help me improve

Reviews

[Lydia Waldock]

I really enjoy your use of rhyme in this poem it brings it home to make its point more clear. I really like the lines "Wallowing in misery, they shout am Cruel, Everyone has to win a personal Duel" in this is the sense of humanity, we all are dealing with our own pains to deal with the daily battles of life. There is a sense of screw it world I enjoy being human I enjoy being who I am even if you think is the worst. Really good work!!

[Victor Warui]

That's what being human is all about.
Thank you for the awesome review.