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.
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