Dancing On a Whim
I'm dancing on a whim
I am a leap
or a twirl
away from discord.
From dissonant behavior
I try to protect myself
from constant accusations.
When I was the victim
others thought I wasn't.
Just today someone roared at me
when I had asked a simple question.
I tried to defend myself
but their despondent ears
had no partaking in
my explanation.
This is commonplace of
societies' mannerisms.
If their way is seen as wrong
or if their reasoning has
any inkling of incorrection,
they won't have it.
They'll continue to close off;
society is ignorant.
Completely void of logic.
I cannot change
the way people think.
I'll do anything to not get yelled at
by the ones that
I hold dear.
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