Wrong

A Poem by Alex

Wrong is the voice left unspoken
Wrong is the way we do not give but take
Wrong is the shunning of difference
Wrong is the way that I live

I am the silencer of voices
I am the taker of gifts
I am the shunning of difference
I am the wrong in this world

And when finally I get my comeuppance
I can only blame myself
I live in my world of regrets
I live in my world of wrongs

Not much longer as the rope is calling
As it hangs down from above
Calling like the snake in the garden
It is too tempting to resist

No more shall the voices be silenced
No more shall the gift be took
No more shall difference be shunned
As I hang for all that is wrong