The Quiet Rebellion

The Quiet Rebellion

I felt a strong rebellion,

Building within in strength.

It can be so quiet,

But I can feel,

Its power and distress.

It be not of a violent nature,

Where innocents are hurt.

But I guess I truly lied,

For people are indeed hurt,

But it be singular in nature.

It speaks of loss and frustration,

And vast amounts of fear.

Its fuelled with twisted words,

And mishaps of the mind.

The rebellion calls to cast off advice,

And be reckless with oneself.

To buck the threats and words,

And make them play their cards.

For no more will I be running,

I shall turn and stand my ground.

I am prepared to live by the sword,

And die by it if necessary.

Despite all this,

It goes against,

All form of logical sense.

For it be only I,

Who pays the price for it.

But I have never had the chance,

To buck the trends of society.

For such a thing,

It would be quashed,

Faster than the light.

And so I do my thing,

Quietly rebelling.

I quietly rebel,

Against all social norms and rules,

To make me feel alright.

For such constraints,

They trap me down,

Like a puppy in a cage.

And like the puppy,

I can be,

Just as painful and rebellious,

As he will ever be.