To the Surface

Everything I am angry about
has been said a million or more times
before I was even born
and it has undoubtedly been
said better
by people who know more.

My anger is naive and fresh
it is not the jaded and
cynical anger that falls
off the lips
of people who
already
gave up
their fight

I have walked this way because I
wanted to make change
but the only thing that has changed
is my belief
that I have any
power at all.

Much better people who went to
much better schools
and whose anger burned hotter
than my own
have tried and failed
at making any
lasting,
meaningful,
change.

So who am I to put change at the top of my list?
Who am I to impose my will on society?
Who am I to think that anyone would even listen to me?
and even if they would listen, why should they heed?

I have nothing to say that
others haven't held up signs about.
I have not a thing to offer that
others haven't sharpened and polished
and already offered.

I have dreams that others
have already purchased
for a cost far beyond my means
I have no hope that things will get better
because there's just too much
hate and anger in the world
and I'm not enough to stop it.
Any of it.

I'm angry and I have no direction.