Simple

I will not be over
Simplified
I refuse to be
Accurately defined
You cannot tell me
What I feel
What I think
What I know
What seeds I've Sown
Seeds planted in chaos
And in Order
Paradoxical disorder
I am the sky and earth at once
I am the the ocean that I fear
I am the cries of pain you hear
I beg the Reaper come
And would rather lay in catacombs
Than become a stereotypical
Drone
I am not simple 
In mind or deed
There are things Ive done
I will never concede
And parts of me
I will never express
Heaven save me, before I reveal
Any of my inner being
To you who
Your eyes
That think
They're all seeing
Your voices rattles
In my head
Moving
In and out with no sense
No measure
No reason
No being,no nothing
From Your haughty hot air
And I dare beseech you'
Rather demand that
I be allowed
Nay let go
Or escape from your
Tyrannical rule
Over the landscape that composes
My life my ideals My wholeness
That is separate from any things
And everything
And is most certainly
Not
Simple