I started thinking about me
What identity do I possess?
What world do I belong in?
I don’t know my name anymore…
I don’t know my colour…
I don’t know my existence
What pride have I left?
Every bus taken consists of the odd fools here and there
The ones THEY call normal
Every turn I make, They laugh and THEIR normal.
Even the breaths I take are shallow, why?
Because I can’t fathom to release my Mask
It’s cage attached to my head crawling like a black widow spider
Venom so powerful it trembles the cleavage of my Pride
I am nor man, nor woman, nor adult enough to stand up to THEM
But deep inside this dark-ridden dream I know that there is a Flame
A Flame of things to come, a Flame that will light the path towards achieving me
If I can pick up all the pieces of me I left along the way
I can finally form Me: The New Identity.
I know my identity
I know my world
I know my name
I know my colour
I know my existence
I know my purpose
No more wearing public masks for them to pick and tear and push and rip and shove
But for me to reason with others too, masquerading their Pride
© VC