Hive Mind

Your pitchforks were never sharper than my tongue.

And I didn’t need your torches to show me I was lost in the dark.

But I found it ironic
That the mobs felt they needed to form
To tell me I was alone.

I already knew that.
I already accepted that.

And yet,
It’s the ones who want me gone that are the ones who won’t let me go.

Whose voices will always be drowned out by my thoughts.
Whose eyes will never see further than the past.

It’s as if they want me to hate myself
To justify their feelings.

And when I was weaker, I would have caved.
And when I was younger, they would have won.

But I found love in righteous causes

And I found a home
Far away from where they cast me out.