I hope you're not thinking,
I'm exploring my aggression.
With thoughts of me
As a misfit in your head...
Fitting better as an impression,
To satisfy your possessed obsession.
Your fantasies of seeing me displeased,
By limitations perceived to anger...
Are images imposed upon you by those,
In need of professional mental sessions.
I am not one seeking acceptance for my steps,
Or one to correct selected speech regretted!
Long before I came to knock on your door...
I was taught to respect and that is what I expect,
With nothing more to show than my very best.
And I am not messed up about it!
I can prove I can be quite the fool,
If ever you doubt it.
But you will use that to stab me in the back...
With an attraction that appeals,
Because you were raised like that!
I've become too wise,
Not to see disguise in your eyes.
You will not catch me by surprise
By notoriety I deserve that became your prize!
Because you were raised like that!
Turning truths into lies.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-were-raised-like-that/
