Lord Bugg

“You are worthless

You are not wanted

You aren’t worth this

Your growth is stunted”

I shush the voice

Yet it continues to berate

I have the choice

But the feedback’s irate

What stops me

Besides a gossamer whisper?

Intangible but mean

It’s a bossier whipper

Tie me to the stake

Whip me till I bleed

But I’ll say thanks

Harden my greed

Ideals take seed

While you tell me no

I insist on eating what I feed

Knowledge from what’s sowed

I’m stronger than you

I do not need to prove

When I wake I choose

I’m strong, I will not move