We are born into this world with no expectations;
Full of joy and happiness and only elation.
Our parents mold us into their personal creations;
So we lose ourselves through all this emanation.
"Don't do this" and "That looks bad",
Changing our behaviors to make others glad.
I once was very nice and charming and oh so sweet,
But I was slowly changed by the people I'd meet.
They'd make fun of my hair, my clothes, my sense of humor.\
Eventually, their loathing grew into a tumor.
A tumor on my soul that had to be removed.
Their judgments of me had to be disproved.
I was my own doctor and picked up the scapel.
I cut from myself what didn't please those in the chapel,
Or in my class, or those in my home.
But, now, when I sit here starting in the mirror,
The vision of me gets less and less clearer.
Parts of me creep out every now and then.
I can reveal myself to those whom I call my "friends."
But Society still stumbles me;
Still hinders who I am.
So I hide behind the curtain that
Shuts with a slam.