Claustrophobic
Gasping for air in this cluttered space
Claustrophobia in this chaotic place
People rushing all about with self filled egos
There’s no doubt they’re being worshiped like kings and queens
With tight leathers laying between whipping words and flogging dreams
On the outside is were I stand, not in between
Finding my place within a group, hearing the clicking, a faint but steady chirp
Trying my best to stand next to her as you all keep kicking me to the curb
Standing up, throw me every test, looking thru them at my very best
With a narrow mind that likes to control, for I am a Dom didn’t you know
I answer to Me and to no one else, for my life’s journey is my ultimate test
Since I am not a part, I will make my own and give you these words in this stone
The scene is what we make it, my side is light and yours is so heavy, one more ego just might break it
I know my faults and my ways, I don’t need them to say
If you can’t except my best, stand in line behind the rest
I will not shake or shudder, your not my god or the other
Talking behind my back is verbal disruption, its not a personal attack
I am here until my dying time, your just a thought in this little rhyme
For I as a Dom can be shallow too, the group is not a ocean its just a kiddies wading pool
I don’t walk on water not even at my best, neither do you or the rest …
By Scott baker
