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