I dare not try to justify my needs.
All that goes in my mind,
All I dare not understand.
When I utter a word,
A word of capability.
I am shunned.
A weed, nonetheless.
But a weed still I be,
I can bend the will of the world,
Everytime I deem it.
And I need utter no capable word,
For I am an outcast by nature.
And hence so I will choose,
Such which none could ever attempt.
I will choose the choices the world needs,
What I deserve, I do not see.
Who am I to decide,
What is right and what is wrong.
Nobody.
But a nobody can risk his sanity for a reason,
A reason why all exists.
Who am I to decide what goes for the world?
I am non-existent,
I am ignored.
I am an enigma,
Turned on all I know.
I am a catalyst,
Breaking down rules.
Forming anew, what should and would be true.
I am a weed,
Unwanted, unneeded.
So I can do something,
None can attempt.
I can shun time,
Stand while the hours pass me by.
I can do something noone ever can.
So I matter.
I am who I am.
I am invincible.
I am weak,
And so I will defeat,
What dares to oppress by pride beneath.
I will be shunned,
I am hated.
I am....
Melody.
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