Ascent of Dissent

I feel like a criminal

An outcast, incorrigible

For my misanthropism

And my refusal to comply

With the fire within

That burns to destroy and create

And the struggle to resist

What I know to be wrong

So I live my life

With freedom of mind

If not of action

And begrudgingly submit

To a world of false ideals

With a hope of a master plan

That is yet to unfold