Blind

If you didn't think that I could make it this far, look where I stand.
If you didn't think I was strong enough, look how I've grown.
If you didn't think I could stand through the pain, look at these scars.
If you didn't think I had the courage to speak out, look at all the people who have heard.
If you didn't think I had the years to understand, look how my heart has been broken by you.

You with your judgments and preconceived notions accrued from baseless assumptions,
You with your transcendent perceptiveness and impeccable system of ethics,
You with your manifold experience and sagacious understanding,
You with your established preeminence and maternal guidance of the supposed blind,
Your unquestionable tenets and authoritative dominance are your own.

I am not of you, nor you of me.
You cannot control me, nor I thee.
Think you I am but a little child unable to entertain himself but with dreams of fantastical grandeur,
then I tell you the truth:
you do not know me.

You see what you want to see.
You say I need your guidance, but look –
You are the blind man, and the blind to lead the blind bodes not well.
You hear what you want to hear.
You say I am in denial, but listen –
You deny the truth of your naked soul, and the lie grows black already.

Be you your own self.
I am mine.