Misfit

The perils of the calm surrounding one, is smile but undescribed to danger zones while peace, succeeding patience is undone, the power from within these mighty bones. I will, when all around me sees this cured A gross misconduct waiting in the wings and seemingly as calm is rest assured, without the warning sign a menace brings. In me, the misconception from an age, Was one angelic, meek, but kindly crew from younger days the little boy you knew has grown far wiser brewing with outrage. And evil which has blazoned me the curse a family trait my better judgement owned Was never going to leave me, but reverse the fuse was lit into a devil cloned. It's inappropriate, the way I ask myself, from which all social aspects seem to fit unable to accept that through ill health, a mental state through others will submit. The silence that my voice has been accused, was soft, but subtle hints that once before said, "I am not a murderer, just confused", something that your instincts can't ignore.