I wonder if you’ve forgotten that I never wanted this?
Have you forgotten the times I struggled against your chokehold-
All those bitter years of them-
Have you forgotten the moment I yielded?
I did not yield for myself-
For I still do not want this-
Why, why would I yield to be shackled.
If I had a choice?
However, I yielded. Not for myself,
Not because I was convinced,
But for you and you alone.
And in that moment of resignation,
I made for myself a colossal silver lining.
I called myself a dreamer,
Proudly taking my stand.
I presented passion, courage, risk and revolution,
And I said they were my drive.
And for my reasons- the pursuit of my passion-
Strangers applaud me.
My friends pity, for they know.
Slavery calls itself service,
And submission claims to be zeal.
All this, I would take no heed.
But see, you have forgotten.
Now, you crush my ribs-
Hoping to comfort-
And smother me as you tell me not to cry.
“Leader”, you mock, “it can’t be that hard”.
And that is when I know.
Hysteria embraces me,
For she is an old friend.