Masquerade

Sat, 11/29/2014 - 00:03 -- hartm95

He opens his eyes and looks at his reflection in the mirror

He is lost,
He is confused,
He questions… Who am I?

The answer is not one that is simple,
But could be clarified with explanation

He is a personality

A personality plagued with pain
A personality hidden due to hate
Hate brought on by a community that should uplift, not scorn
A community that should remember, not forget
A community that should embrace, not repel

You push away others that are different,
but call foul when it is done to you
You march for equality,
But preach disunity

Some say actions speak louder than words,
But the words you preach will always be louder than the footsteps you take marching in the streets

Because words have weight.
Enough weight to break the heart of a young boy
Enough weight to crush the dreams of a young boy
Enough weight to make a young man hide behind a mask and put on
a masquerade
a façade
of
someone,
something
foreign to himself

He is lost,
He is confused
He is me

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