Stand Out

So this is how it is?
This is what it's all about?
You don't think I'm good enough,
Don't think I can "stand out"?

Well let me tell you something,
About writing in my brain.
It's all about servitude,
You wind the words out or they drive you insane.

Is this enough for you?
Because I'm still wondering if
My words sink in--
Or go right through you.

Maybe you're not chained
In the obscured webs of words
But like a Spider to her prey,
I'm not wanting to save the day.

You see you can't shake me,
Can't understand me because you
Just can't break me.

So this is how it is,
This is what it's all about:
I'm not going to "stand out"
So you can just sit down and pout.