Remembering Who I Am

It stands as an infectious fear

Looming amongst the moon in simple design

Deep inside our souls

We are all fake and cruel

Hiding behind filtered phones like masks

Falling in love with the best facades

We as lovers share that infectious fear beyond moral reasoning

It pours down upon us like teardrops from the moon

A hit parade of desperation

We cling to each other's barriers like symbiotic creatures

It is almost parasitic

And yet it remains a clarity

I am among the many caught in that stlyish trend

I am afraid of everything so I hide it with false bravery

Consumed by sex, lust, and jealousy

I mask my emotional violence with obsessive love

A useless coward

A faggot

Often, I am referred to as a burden

I deserve the Hell that is spoken to me

My mask deserves to be shattered

Truth and acceptance are now entropic myths

Their beliefs are now rotting

Even still, at the altar of remembering who I am

A brief feeling of sanctum is allowed to me

Brief, but it is momentous to me

Because he wishes to see what curls beneath my fake indentity

Despite of who I am