Out of harmony

Rejection, the affliction.
A disease, my depiction
Of life around the majority
Masses, Jurassic.
Can you just accept that I am only but so elastic?
Never been plastic.
Just knowing what is essential, surrounding
Me.
I fight for nothing more than your support, our freedoms
Free--
Is not as simple as our idolatries.
Touch, me as I out stretch my hand to thee, finally exposing --
All of my flaws and idiosyncrasy…
I crumple inside,
Just like them you too expect something, like porcelain.
I am no more perfect than I have ever been.
But now it seems I am untouchable.
An eruption of pain bursts from my lungs
Asking Jah why must I seek such a man
I expect nothing more than a thank you and perhaps understanding
Infinitely intertwined,
It is at last your turn to do the collapsing.