Who Owns You? Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Why am I here?
Everything, loud and annoying
Claustrophobic nightmares
Anywhere, even when all alone


Look down upon me
I read shaming minds well
Falter those expectations
Turn them
Where they matter the most
The soul


Even when it comes out
Told how much I am unqualified
Do better, be more successful
Live a so called normal life
And learn how to look better
Says the up looking human
Slave to a world full of mental genocide


How does one even impress?
The unimpressed expectations
Of those for which live under a guise
Riding into a make believe world
Saying how much better it is
Than mine

I am no fool
Seeing things
Those have no idea that I see

No worries though
Be whom you want
Just stop looking down upon me



If people could switch
To those they call losers
Watch how weak they become
They would surely cry
How life is so unfair to them


Life is not unfair
To these ambitions
Trying all that I can
To turn every negative
Into something positive
Against my own restraint


Where was I?
Where am I now?
Not necessarily a certain place
But a statehood of mass false narratives
Studying everything upside down


So when we became all but souls
And I fly higher than ever before
Still, I will look straight across to all
As if they were looking straight into me


Why am I here?
Perhaps for a random purpose
Searching for something
Everything that I can find
The importance of me as a whole
Doing everything to find
The right journey ahead
Wherever it may take me next



Who are we?


At least I do not feel shame
When I live within myself
Deep into my own inner venture
Where I am free to explore
Everywhere, all alone


I am proudly not you


My future is forward
Trying to never look
Below or behind


I own myself
Who truly owns you?