Hidden Short Version

HIDDEN I hide behind a mysterious façade as they wrongly charge me with blatant estimations of who I am. Feeling displaced as they examine my northeast inflection, while their obtrusive glaring results in false postulations. Every encounter, I’m never able to combat their fallacious beliefs as the scorn pours over me. They’ve always been adjudicators during my trials and tribulations instead of utilizing the simplest act of kindness. Slightest glimmers of decency quickly turn into dismal darkness as I’m smeared with their assumptions. If I were not an abused child, my mistakes would’ve been negligible thereby ceasing the incessant torment. Still and soundless while I disappear, into nothingness concealing and burying my most heartfelt thoughts. While my dignity is attacked, there’s no way out, so I stay masked and muted. Any aspirations are abolished. When it was clear I had it together rushing to and from jobs and schools their knives of ridicule remained sharp. A woman said to me, “Why are you hiding your warmth and compassion?” I answered, “When I showed it they destroyed me.” So, I shall stay hidden protecting myself, so I don’t suffocate on the fumes of their lies. I beg, oh God for mercy, as I look to him for protection, hiding beneath the shadow of his wings until this violent storm is over.