If the world weren’t

A place of hate

I wouldn’t feel the need

To change my fate

The need to discriminate

Between what was

What is

And what should’ve been

Mistaken Identity

Amongst my kin

Just a broken line of

Command

Trying to fit in

Where I don’t belong

Growing up

Facing the world

On my own

Do I fit in

Somewhere

Should I even care

Cause in the end

I’m just a broken

Line of command

A problem in the program

Heeding progression

Corruption

Disruption

Interruption to the plan

An outcast of the community

Maintaining my immunity

To the disease that is the

Government

Lawmakers of society

Undertakers of the

Dead freedom that exist
Victims of defiance

Of broken lines of

Command

Trying to fit in

Where we don’t belong

Growing up facing

The world on our own

We don’t fit in

Anywhere

We shouldn’t care

Cause in the end

It’s the broken

Lines of command

That make all

The difference