This camouflage I wear,
always.
I donned it long ago, having realized its necessity to survival.
How easily I slipped in to it.
Soon it became my armour, protecting me,
Shielding me from view.
None see me, soon I became a ghost to myself.
It grows thinner now though,
the fit...........uncomfortable.
This masquerade less tolerable,
the truth of me yearning for freedom, for acceptance.
Still I can not reveal myself.
To walk out bare and exposed to this world,
this uncaring, unaccepting,
world of small minded Neanderthals
would be too much,
I would crumble under the weight,
the weight of their stares and accusations.
Shrinking from their laughter, cringing from the hatred.
Better to hide and exist.
Deny and survive.
Smile and pretend.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
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