OF THINGS I KNOW

A mind so confused and conflicted, A soul so bemused and afflicted, Dance to the rhythm of their game, Broken by betrayals of fortune and of fame, Know your art or pass not judgment, But allow me my opinions and my comment, For you know not the torment or my pain, Nor see how well hidden are the tortured stains, Upon my heart I rest a crown of thorns, But for my mind I choose the force of endless storms, And as you belittle my statement I do take offence, For ones like you try to beat us into obedience, Of anguish I know but so do all of you, And release the aches through rhymes is what we choose to do, But doubt not that when it comes to matters such as this, I could have more insight than you think as my death persists.