Ideology

Meddlesome whispers  
pushing static through the mind  
Is it me?  
Am I the sinner  
keeping this lie so intertwined  
Is it political?  
Analytical?  
Do I purchase or do I walk?  
Do I dance to their music?  
Do I talk the penchant talk?  
Making enemies with my judgement
oh my words sometimes betray  
Do I have the freedom to speak as I want to  
or is it your words that I must say  
Marginalized?  
I am envied  
despite lacking wholesome merit  
I don't want this cloak you've left me  
but you're forcing me to wear it  
Confounded by your desires  
that infect my valid thought  
It's their edict corrupting the innocent;  
their souls should not be wrought  
Confusing them about their bodies,  
their minds are fresh to mold  
Are they escaping the skin they were born within  
or just doing what they're told?  
Soon the truth will be bleary,  
by then it'll be too late  
Left to exist as a mere stranger  
will forever be their fate