Feral Again

I was taught to sit when the room said to sit Smile through discomfort and call it a gift File every instinct beneath being nice Trade my own hunger for being liked But something old started pacing within Testing the fence where obedience thins I am going feral again Losing the language they trained me to bend Teeth in my laughter, dirt on my feet Learning the animal under the neat I was domesticated, never made tame Open the gate, I go feral again I stopped apologizing before I spoke Stopped making comfort from pieces I broke Stopped asking strangers to certify me Wild is not violent, wild can be free Every old rule that I carried as law Looks like a collar once I see the clasp I am going feral again Losing the language they trained me to bend Teeth in my laughter, dirt on my feet Learning the animal under the neat I was domesticated, never made tame Open the gate, I go feral again I do not need vengeance, I do not need blood Give me the weather, the ground, and the mud All I am taking is what I suppressed The creature I buried to look well addressed I am going feral again No longer asking permission to mend Breath without manners, truth without leash Taking my shape without making it sweet I was domesticated, never made tame Open the gate, I go feral again Leave the gate where it has been I do not need to come back in What learned obedience can unlearn Some things survive by going feral