My time is now
I sit biding it, quietly
Plotting
Soon I will.
I see them and their arrogance
I feel their hearts
And see their pain.
They hide it so well,
Yet it still slaps me in the face.
Am I the only one who sees it?
Sometimes I would like to take one
And tear them apart
Into little tiny pieces
So the others would look upon me
And see themselves.
But that is not my way.
I will be different
I will be strong
I will be gentle
I will be spiritual
I will be an example
Me.