Drowning in a pool of thoughts, I descend

Shall one be their own or strive to fit in?

Although I am hidden, I am not safe.

Judgement continues to meet me face-to-face.

As I wallow in my masquerade,

I slowly deteriorate with rage.

The wrath, the fury, the loathing set free.

If I am judged for what I am not,

I rather be Me.