Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
lies rivers of thoughts, spanning infinite directions.
Ideas, beliefs, strengths, and goals,
consume my body, I am whole.
They plea to be released to the foreboding world,
Escape from the imprisonment within, furled.
I fear this true me
will be met with ridicule,
doomed for defeat.
So I hide behind a façade of modesty,
expressing my hunger for change in poetry.
The falsehood of acceptance everywhere,
my confidence shaken, my courage bare.