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.  

Yet,

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.