Exist, persist, resist, insist,
Why assume I seek your favor?
Your opinions, a fleeting flavor,
In a dystopia of wine, you persist,
Reality calls, a beauty untold,
Beyond the vineyards, where pleasures unfold,
Existence spans beyond the individual,
Yet, nothing thrives in solitude, so pivotal,
Opinions, rumors, a leeching tide,
Shall I be humble, in your dystopian guide?
Live in shame, guilt, sympathy’s plea,
Or shield my essence, my identity?
Exist, but not raised in your construct,
Exist, unnoticed, a whispered rhyme,
Exist, yet in solitude, I stand,
Exist, but the desire fades like sand.
In the echo of false rumors, anxiety takes its toll,
But, a student’s heart trembles, as teachers’ tales unroll
~Izma