I am different,you say
the mundane rut of mainstream,
insipid thread you follow.
My thunderous artistry is quite feral,
to your arid landscape.
Your prosaic dialogues accuse me
for engaging in passionate soliloquies.
Is it my individuality you spite
or crave the fire I ignite.
Proud monopoly of cloistered notions
True! are no match for my emotions.