Splinter

Ok, so this post is a poem I've written, but it's very odd, and I'm not sure you'll get the meaning of it so i'll briefly explain. It's about a wooden man who is escaping society, but society doesn't want him to escape and they eventually burn him!
This is poem is going to be my guideline for the film i'm going to make for my portfolio for Ryerson :D

I use odd mechanics, and some weird phrases, but I really enjoy this piece, I'm not sure if you guys will though.

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A splinter for you, A splinter for all
I shall splint, in spite.
You curse me, and damn me,
I cower, and shiver.
My stiff framework will not rest,
As I flee this nation of disdain
A stain on my heart, that creeks and wreaks,
Of sadness and worry.
Hurry I must,
Before my bolts, they rust!
Gears in motion,
That spark commotion.
My feet they bleed-
All I need
Shoes I must wear-
To hold my care
Escaping is surviving,
Cast your judgmental looks to the side.
Pride is lost with dignity.
Stripped of all significance.
As I thrust my feet forward,
Left and right,
By night, I’ll be out of sight.
Delve deep into my own world,
Dodging the flaming burn of words,
That hope to yield a scorned corpse,
That lay on the ground in a heap.
A black sheep they must get rid of,
A lack of conformity that stiffens their backhands.
I shall splint! I shall splint! I shall splint!
At light speed, a deed you cannot match!
That cannot be lit, even with the finest of lighters!
Your hands are greased for I am too slick-
To get caught in your trap!
Aha I laugh at the masses!
As time passes, I escape your sad attempts.
Silence me you shall not, you’ll rot in your own regrets!
Forget my rebellion,even your own bed hates you!
But I can only flee for so long until I find wrong....
And it’s only a matter of time before I turn to ash.......
Your rash will fade, as I burn down, and all that will remain......
Is pain, and a really bad memory of what it’s like to be free.....