Observation
The Cost of Unmasking
The weary, anguished soul
Unmasked but not unharmed
Instead of acceptance, I am beaten down, left in the muck,
exhausted, defeated, and alone.
Will society accept me?
Generations of humanity seem to say no
But what if it has become too much to bear?
To not be the real me all the time?
Can I escape the muck and mire and choose my new path maskless?
Is it worth it to share my true self?
Can you try to accept me for me?
Or will you make me take up my mask and adorn it again, unknown