Convictim

Another poem by Steven Kowalski (me):

They say you have a problem --
Oblivious, they're the cause.

They say that you have been mislead,
breaking transcendent laws.

You see a deeper truth --
A truth that goes untold.

They see only what they can see,
that you have broken their mold.

Why is it hard to tell them
that what's assumed are lies?

How can you even word these thoughts?
For it's you that they despise.

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