The Way
I'm often in conflict with childlike creatures
They'd prefer to receive The Truth
in a nicely decorated package
embroidered with flattering designs
presented sweetly to their ears
Perhaps I'll be liked more that way...
I'm always in search of The Way
to be true to oneself in the face of judging souls
They'd easily accept the appearance of things
based on their own needs and wants
discarding the ones which displease them
a screening process that builds up to Hate...
Perhaps I'll never be my True self
as I wade the murky water of unknown territory
shivers running through my core
blinking under the cold emotionless stare
slowly crushing under Expectations from all sides
I may no longer Be Myself
......as in Life's Journey
people only expects you to be the Image of their own needs
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