Trying Not To Be Who I Am

Each morning I awaken, I put on ‘the mask’ in order to perpetrate my sham. At dusk, I’m wearied, tired, and exhausted after a full day of trying not to be who I am. The pressure is on.., society says, to be accepted by all others, I must fit in no matter the cost, even if it means forsaking my own brothers! If you like me, then I like myself, I’ve found this fact to be true. Your opinion of me dictates my worth so what’s a body to do? Maybe if I was who I really am, you might just like me in spite of it. But, I can’t take the chance on the hurt I would feel from a friendship unrequited. So, to avoid being labeled the ‘black sheep’ in a fold of socially accepted lambs I spend my time and every fiber of my being trying not to be who I am!