A Thousand Cuts

Opinions
and prejudice
cross examine
then damn me
they cannot hear my voiceless screams
they have no idea
who I am
or who I could be
so I
grasp the sword
with my anger’s pain
then cry until the thousand cuts
bleed to ease the pain
to them
I am still
letters
on an empty page
the no one
who’s fighting an epic battle
with hollow rage
they see my light
as darkness
for the blind eye
believes
only the truth
born from a truthful lie
and that lie
that truth
their words
define me
but not my soul
for the impending storm’s reign
protects me