It’s tiresome to be polite.
Putting on a mask in front of the masses,
showing them you through rose-tinted glasses,
painting a smile on your face
when the inside is in some other place.

“Let’s go ape-shit, let’s go crazy!”
says a voice deep inside
that wants to squash this daisy
of a person I showcase
with me having no trace

Clawing and screaming
they try to get out, shouting,
“Let’s spew chaos about,
release the monster deep within,
the one they tell you to keep caged in.
Bring down the management
that has created faulty establishments
you know you want to bare your teeth
say ‘Fuck you!’ to the elitists fleet
and ‘No!’ when they take a seat at your table
just because they believe they are able.”

A gradual crescendo this voice has been in
since I was young, just a little kid.
It wants me to stand,
be the one who commands,
instead of just saying “I understand.”

What happens when I let go of control
and let the monster take ahold?
Will I end up in ruin and turn to sin
or will I fall into the role I was always meant to be in
and not stuck on Society’s mood board, pinned?

Who wants to know what happens?
Who wants to see me loosen the fastens
unlock the monster cage
and give in to the rage?
Let me know and I’ll turn to the next page.