So called 'twisted'

They called me twisted,

Said that something was wrong with me.

Is there?

Is there really something wrong with the things I wish to voice?

I wrote things down. 

About how some people we trust the most,

Can stab us in the back.

Or how I wish that women weren’t suppressed when they wish to say something.

They told me that these topics were fine,

They even supported them.

But the way that I say it,

They say it’s twisted,

When I leave some ambiguity, 

For others to decide what it means.

And when I have all of these thoughts swirling around in my head,

What am I supposed to do?

They called me twisted.

Maybe I am.

But these so called ‘twisted’ thoughts and words,

Could give somebody hope,

In a so called ‘twisted’ way.

They say I’m twisted.

Maybe I am.

But these so called ‘twisted’ words,

Are mine.

And if that makes me twisted, 

then so be it.