Label
me an infant
label
me a fool
do not trust the anarchist
preaching about rules
label
me a scapegoat
label
me a tool
do not dam the floodgates
lest inside they form a pool
label
me a train-wreck
label
me as blind
its good to poke holes in theory
so truth can breathe in time
call
me what you like
call
me what you don’t
it
doesn’t matter to me;
I’ve
learned to laugh at all your jokes
labels
are scattered; they’re thrown around
labels
are but words; always lost, but never found
they
have no bearing; they play no role
in
who I am, to what I do
they
have no influence; they have not a say
as
to what fate finds in store for me
your
words fall deaf, meaningless and weak
never
providing the satisfaction that you seek
your
words bring pain to others, highlighting their many scars
but
you should be reflecting, as to where the damage starts
your
words are but a mere transference
of
what you’ve been and where and who you are
sticks
and stones…if it appeases you…
just
know…that for each judgment cast
I’ll
shed a tear in prayer for you—
Forever
using those labels as my mast
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