Going

Going where the wild things are
Reaching for the sky to touch a star
Misfits trapped in a place of unfamiliarity
We make the best of this messed up reality
I know that people don’t look at me for me
Instead they see the things that they want to see
They see all the labels that have been placed on me, purposely
To distract from my inner beauty
Conquer the wild things, tell them to halt
Even though you may want to bolt
No needs to fight just say the word
Because words have power if you haven’t heard
All you need to do is spread your wings
And you shall be flying with the wild things
Into the arms of my savior and out the grasp of the danger
As things begin to only get stranger
I reach up and touch the fingers of he who protects me
I realize that I am free
To be whom I want to be and nothing else shall define me
Because in this messed up reality
I am face with the actuality
That there will always be someone judging
Staring at me and their angry not budging
I go were the wild things are
Because I love to raise the bar
I will tippy toe if it is out of reach
While those who want to harm me beseech
The favor of their false pretenses
The build walls and put up defenses
Life is too short for that kind of construction
I began to make this deduction
Some time ago when my first beast appeared
When I saw what I most feared
My first wild thing sat on my bed
Rearing its old big old ugly head
That when I learned to control my wild things
And now I soar, because I am an angel without wings