Thoughts which may not be in words expressed
Form toxins in my mind and being.
Let me be free of them. Give me some rest.
When can I live again without all this fleeing?
This sham and hypocrisy, lies and pretence?
Childish and laughable, wrong and evasive.
Let them be tolerant, give them some sense.
My way is right for me. If they’re persuasive,
Science is more so. Just let me find my way –
Slowly and steadily, quietly, haltingly.
Truth comes to the traveller alone in the fray
Who, longing to find it, has fought to be free.
Forgive the child who cannot understand.
And cannot be the person you had planned.