A Tune is Nice, a Rhythm is a Must

this is my identity
a golden labrador in a pack of wolves
incased in textbooks
surrounded but lonely

drops of blood, ounces of loyalty
Can be counted on ten fingers
water in a desert; trust in a world without thinkers
sunflower trying to stay buoyant in a world of cruelty

Thinking about it
you don't see me
you see that flag
flying in the garage

a thing to demand from
but i know myself
I'm not the thing you see
and you're the one messing

with the flaw in the bridge
well, I'm done fixing it
let it fall
if it takes out the ones sitting next to you

so be it.
if they trust your damage
then they don't know me well enough
people pleasers get themselves nowhere

I've played your game long enough
and if you're going to step on me
no hesitation to erase you from my story
I'm no peasant and you're no queen

I'm not the one with the poison
I'm done drinking it
play your twisted, insane games
you think this poem is about you

but it ain't
it's mine and my choice
let the anchor burn
so I can fly