Ice cold and still
Judgement pompous bias
Censorious review
Their voices chant
Screeching incredulous tones
Rejecting my virtue
Vilifying my soul
In words written strict
They expound this presumption
Ineffable dearth of empathy or
Comprehension
In groups formed joyously
They ready their rope
To lynch my character
On their bankrupt oak
Lacking original , unique talent
Set upon preying
On misfits, rebels and
Legends
Attempting in collaboration
Vainly shall find
To erase this rebellious
And nonconformist
Mind