False Statistic

I'm so sick of being a false statistic

I won't lie. I'll take my consequences in my stride

I won't hide because of your false pride

Instead I'll reveal the truth of why I do what I do

Don't worry, I won’t blame it on you

It's my own ideas and my own determination

That propels me forward without hesitation

That begs my mind to clearly state

That I too often make mistakes

That I am not as privileged as I appear

I've got holes in my soul

Secrets that I can no longer bear

But when I don't share

You think I'm one of the few

Who got away with a great life

Whose real sorrow you never knew

or ever imagined

You thought that it was only you

Only you, who felt locked in a dungeon

But that isn't true

We’re all trapped in our ego's relentless pursuit

of self-resurrection and social disruption

… and we forget about the core of our truth

We get swayed by luscious dysfunction 

So, yes! I will speak

I will be forthright yet artistic

Because I am so sick of being a false statistic