Citizen's Arrest

I want to take you on a tour

The inches between my skin and insides

My gears that grind your hate and judgement

That make you feel the need for punishment

To call, insult me on what you see.

Should I apologise for my presence?

Needlessly minding my business

As my body is there as witness

And unknowingly I’m committing a crime.

So here I am. Correction Facility.

Changing my identity a necessity

So I can fit inside with that world of yours

While I’m rotting to the core.