Fighting: A Free Verse Poem

Three issues, all connected. These are the subjects of my poem.

Words so shallow, so inept.
How can I express it?
What do you say when no one gets it-
Yourself, immovable, implacable.

I'm fighting to separate.
I'm fighting to articulate.
I'm fighting to reconcile.
I'm fighting- but to what avail?
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My mind, what's left in a mere figment of sanity,
My life, an overturned plea opposing vanity,
My self, seemingly a robot with "manual" decapitated,
My perception, much more than complicated.

And yet, I'm not fighting.
How can I?
The world at my doorstep is so misleading.
Why is the norm my bad?

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And yet again- The cardboard boxes,
The clandestine walls,
The legalistic chains of society,
The misty facade of humanity- Binding me away.

I am confused.
I am the skeptic that I chose to disassociate with.
I thought I knew the truth.
But do I?