They tell me
That harmony is perfection.
So by extension,
I am nothing.
I don't care.
Because
I know something,
Something they forgot.
Order is nothing,
Harmony is nothing,
They are nothing,
Without me.
Who am I?
I am
Discord.
I am
Chaos.
I am
Freeform.
I am
Broken
Phrases
And
Scattered
Words.
I am
The music
That swirls
Everywhere.
I am
Raw.
I am
The infinite reach
Of the stars.
My only rhythm
Is the one I choose.
So I fling away
Your sideways glances.
I laugh
At your taunts.
I am
Discord.
I am
Chaos.
I am
Freeform.
And you
Cannot
Touch me.
You
Cannot
Break me.
Not like I
Broke you.
You
Will not
Make me
Your slave.
Not like you
Were mine.
You
Will never
Take the color
And light from me.
Not like I
Took from you.
You
Can never
Make me fall
Into your rhythm
And rhyme.
Not like
That monster,
No, me;
He was me.
Not like I
Refused
To do.