Allergic To Those Dishonest Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

I've never followed shadows,
To sit and watch my battles...
I sought but fought by others.

I've never had those druthers,
My struggles belong to others...
As I sat to do nothing but whine.

Walls I found to hit my head against,
Was my decision.
And never had I sat upon a fence,
Indecisive.
Or with others become divisive,
With a shouting out to get...
An attention to have my foolishness,
Make sense.

You can say I'm not afraid,
Of being who it is that I am.
I'm not afraid,
Of saying what it is I can't stand.
Or making clear what I mean to understand.
The main problem I have that can not be cured,
Is being allergic to those dishonest.