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all he wanted
was to have a voice
all he wanted was to be seen
to be equal
to have a voice
to be recognized
not for the petty insecurities of those nearest
but for the way he saw the world
and how it could be better for us all
for everyone involved
but they said there were things he could not know
they dismissed his greatest dreams
his calling to improve upon what was
to make what is that much more amazing
to help the brightest shine even brighter
he never saw the ones he loved as not good enough
and he loves everyone he has ever known
but the only thing people could hear is how he thought them lesser
it wasn't because he thought them incapable
but for seeing the potential of their reach
because he knew they could succeed
he wanted to help everyone be their best selves
but the world heard his hopes as too critical and demanding
and they rejected his utopic vision
and in the end they rejected him totally
they despised the possibilities he saw
because they loathed the flaws in the world they had created
they hated that he refused to celebrate mediocrity
that he did not accept because it always was so it shall always be
because he knew they all knew better
because they were the ones who once were his teachers and peers
but if they accept his help now then they admit how wrong they treat him
he wanted to level the playing field by any means necessary
he knew they would never let him
that he could not be equal in thier world
he decided the only option was to burn it all to the ground
let all that remains be ash
but because their identities and scope were secret
and never admitted nor let him see the things they hid
the destruction was as all the rest
not a mutual engagement
he only burned his own bridges
and there he would remain in exile
in sacrificial martyrdom
and so he waited there in solitude for his end to come
About the Creator
⸘jason alan‽
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i am only responsible for what i say
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not for what you understand
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you may learn to be charmed by my [secret‽] discontent
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or you may not
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