.......Self Portrait Poem by NikMorgan ...

I live in a vicious circle
There are no lines for me to cross

I say what I think
I say how I feel
I shout in capital letters
These words are mine
I wrote them
I thought them through
Yet I will never own them
These words belong to the dictionary
Never to me

I’m not a joiner
Clubs and clicks, not my style
Uniform never did suit me at all
So now I dress down
Wear my heart on my sleeve
I don’t feel the fervour of the flag
This is not my land
This is not my fight

I am the exception to the rule
This is not my game
So I refuse to play
My only law is myself
I challenge authority
But cherish justice
The stirring optimism that right can be found
The driving ideal that right can be done

I don’t answer to guilt
I refuse to listen when greed shouts my name
My only calling is the promise of chaos
I have no cross to bear
Yet I must bear being cross

I am brethren to the streets
I know this mire well
The methods
It’s madness
Desperate people living desperate lives
Still I would trust it’s lowest lowlife
Before I would ever trust a man in a suit

I cast no illusion
What you see is all there is
Arrogantly I march through this hypocritical city
This is not my home
I do not belong
I do not believe