I feel infuriated.
Somewhat deflated.

People want me castrated.
My life dictated.

I can’t be related.
It gets them agitated.

I have long awaited.
Now I’m hated.

Because of what I created.
I am highly rated.

I recalibrated.
It made me calculated.

You think I’m complicated.
But I’m elevated.

Your story’s fabricated.
I am liberated.