Rage Against The Apathy Poem by Vincent Topp

When I wake up I ask myself one question,
Who do I want to be today?
Who do I need to be today?
Do I wear my extrovert face,
My introvert one.
Do I want to blend in or stand out.
Am I to be the observer or the participator.
A day isn’t worth living through if tomorrow is the day of action.
I will not sleepwalk and tell time to wait another day,
I will rage, I will rage against the apathy.

Do I rise to the bait and fight at the first chance?
Or do I fold my tongue and hold the words in?
Do I tell the honest truth,
Or do I utter sheer bs.
So while the skin is my skin,
The face is my face,
I’m a method actor, it starts with the shoes
Then I make my way up
Until the transformation is complete.

Am I Mr Jekyll or Mr Hyde?
I can wear a wig, shave my head, grow a beard,
Put on a limp or fake a stammer,
There just tricks of the mind.
I’ve learnt a lot of lessons because I’ve made a lot of mistakes,
I dare to cross the dare you cross that line.
There is a world of locks out there and I am in possession of the skeleton key.
I need to feel frightened, uncomfortable
Curiosity will not kill me, it will refill me.
So it’s the joy of the thing called sin,
It’s a smart suit with a rebellious stain.
I won’t sleep, I won’t wait
It’s my rage against the apathy.