I wrote this to describe a sense of isolation that I feel based upon a decision that I have made.
I chose catastrophe over a fantasy
but what has to be
has to be
especially when it’s sad
to see that others do not get it,
think it is some gimmick,
as my dreams scream reams of deviance
like the awkward violence
of a stereotype married to spite.
Although, I suppose,
that the fight is in the hype
for others just to know
why he chose a catastrophe
over a fantasy