A Cold Pain Poem by Ben mcelfresh

This world tells me what to do.
This world tells me who i should be,
But i won’t listen to them.
Now I’m a rebel.
I’m an outcast.
I feel a type of pain no one else does.
It sends a cold chill down my spine.
This is a new cold pain.
The voices in my head tell me how to rid myself of this pain.
It tells me to listen to the world and do as I’m told.
I fight this voice and remain a rebel.
Now my friends join the fight.
We all experience this cold pain.
But we are as one.
As one we overcome the pain with ease.
But the pain is no longer a pain, but more an annoyance.
We discuss about listening to the world.
But as rebels we will never give in.
Now our rebellion has a name.
ANARCHY!
We still experience this cold pain everyday.
The pain is caused because we choose to be different.
We choose not to listen.
We shall never give in to this world.
We will continue to do what we want.
Our rebellion continues to grow.
We reach to the ends of the earth.
Everyone now knows of Anarchism.
Our rebellion now a view.
Now look at what we started.
All because we didn’t listen.
Because we didn’t give in.
Because a cold pain couldn’t get to us.
We’re ANARCHISTS and proud of it.
Now do you feel a cold pain within yourself?
Maybe you do, maybe you don’t.
But if the cold pain breaches your heart.
Stand up and join our rebellion!
Stand up and call yourself an ANARCHIST!
Never back down and never give in!
Be proud to call yourself an ANARCHIST!
Be proud of who you are!