Intrinsic

She coils up inside of me
At the moment I need her most
Myself
Not afraid, exactly
But experienced

My inner child comes forward
And I assert myself
A puzzle
A program
A damning particle falls

On a preprogrammed stage
Where the only stain of
Incongruence is me
I struggle for balance
For poise

A proper self presentation
Is a struggle as a damning
Individualism (my own)
And counter culture
Is skittering through the pages
That are self expressive of the art of me

And firing them into the void
Of a collective treason
I am not against you
I tell myself as tightly coiled
She lies inside of me
In a desperate self preservation

That cannot or will not afford
The fires that are governed by mockery
By greed
By fear, festering agendas, and envy
I don’t have the time left
To care what they think
To be who they are
To fit in the little carefully assembled molds

I wasn’t born that way
Haven’t lived that way
And can’t understand that way
I am an individual
Valued as highly as any
Most certainly.