Loss of Identity

His accusing words make me feel like a small child I cower and retreat as a dog scolded My strong facade fades away I have not earned the right to parade around as a proud peacock Rather, I show my true face1a timid field mouse on constant guard of the hawk I ask, where does my courage retreat to when his angry words appear? Why do I lose my proud feathers? What is the matter with me? Where does my strength go? I hide behind false faces and media accepted icons Truthfully, I am weak and a coward I am angry I lack strength to hold my head high and proud I am fearing rather than fearless, kneeling rather than towering Empty and hollow, less than equal; second rate, the pretender and false; Untrue to myself-a liar and a fake A disappointment to everyone I ever aspired to make proud, loser and follower