Anti-Sentiments
They flow through my body,
The current,
difficult to control.
The RESISTANCE,
something I must.
Otherwise, the charge becomes so fierce,
that I need to trip the circuits,
creating an unstable environment.
Instead of freely floating,
STUCK,
as if in a valence.
Squeezing me from my insides, out.
Stealing my hope,
Stealing my wisdom,
Stealing my vision.
Leaving me…
Trapped and angry.
A system, I don’t fit in.
But instead of conformity,
I’ll stick with lonely
And nonparticipatory.