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| Sophomore Vocabulary |
I lie in a state of anatagonistic grace
as a sort of anomaly
I keep a front of coyness
to hide my guilt
my incoherant voice lags
feeling emotionally decimated
detached from the outside world
i feign joy but only feel funereal
my character dwindles
to a point of dissolution
and i'm left disconcerted and enervated
but where most are excupated
i am seen as a gadfly
rarely do i gratify--
the object of a heckler's wit
and my ego is mangled by
the juggernaut of myopic
self-righteousness imbeciles
who find abasement of tortured souls interesting
All of this
leaves my demented mind
delirious, running
the emotional gamut
hardly can i garner
the gall i can already taste
in order to execrate
the perpetrators
of ghastly gibe
towards my fragile emotion
they seem almost impassive
and impervious
to my wistful pleas for acceptance
instead,
the tears i weep
make them taunt more superciliously
i look for a cache
trying to flee from
their adverse contagion
with a condescending air
they make asseverations
about my continence
in the opposite direction
many corroborate, few
provide commiseration, only
callous, inclement looks.