The real me

Forgive me,

For I cannot bring my bare soul out of obscurity,

I am afraid to express my eccentricity,

I fear I cannot do it with integrity.


Forgive me,

For I do know the dark side of humanity,

People deprived of human dignity,

Suffering in the morbid darkness uncomplainingly.


Forgive me,

For my thoughts contain much profanity,

I believe it is a reflection of sagacity,

But you would perceive it as a calamity.


Forgive me,

For with you I cannot agree,

But I cannot express my dissent boldly,

For you would curse my audacity.


Forgive me,

For I've put up this facade willingly,

I shall rest because you cannot see,

Who I am, the real me.

The End

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