3.18 Hiding from society
I would love to live in a world whereby you can be who you genuinely want to be,
Sadly this is a world that claims to be this, yet this is not true, and we cannot be free.
It would be blissful to stand up without a veil or have to hide our faces from view,
A world professing to accept the many but in actuality, only tolerates a select few.
It is plain as can be, I can never be me, only to be a version that you want to see.
Judged at every turn by eyes that pierce and burn, ripping deep into my soul,
Being forced to hide daily who I am begins to make me weak as it takes its toll.
There is nothing wrong with me, the only problem is the one that lies only with you.
It is this world that is screwed and messed up, always judging everything we do.
Society's permanent desire to judge rips away our happiness with its army of trolls.
We are told we are accepted as we are and who we want to be, but this is more lying,
I am convinced that over time, society gets a secret kick from seeing us low and crying.
Society presents us with a list of predefined labels and it is from that which we must choose,
If we fail to jump through their hoops and do their bidding then sadly it is us that lose.
The verbal jeers and jibes soon turn to spitting, fists flying, and graffiti soon applying.
I do not care if you like or even get who I am. I need not your permission to be me,
Every day I will grow more and more determined to find courage to make the world see.
No more will I continue to live your lies, no more will I hide away, no more will I be shy,
But even with my courage, I do not mind admitting that I still continue to hurt and cry.
One day, just maybe I can be give the real me a chance to shine. This is my silent plea.
Outside in the wide world, I have to put on my mask and my identity this does now rob,
Only feeling safe when back inside my home, my back firmly against the door as I sob.
Unable to be who I want to be or to express what I feel in case I become your next meme,
This world is intolerable, making us fear your next TikTok post, this is simply obscene.
Once again, it is the same beat of that constant drum beaten by society’s ghastly mob.
The pain it takes to hide and suppress my inner feelings and hide who I am grows,
I bow and bend to your rules but this really has to end and finally this chapter must close.
I am who I am born to be, this is me and not some silly fad or some transient phase,
Do not expect me to conform or change for you. My life is not some frivolous craze.
Learn to accept, love and, tolerate. My life deserves to be free and not hidden in the shadows.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Sadly this is a world that claims to be this, yet this is not true, and we cannot be free.
It would be blissful to stand up without a veil or have to hide our faces from view,
A world professing to accept the many but in actuality, only tolerates a select few.
It is plain as can be, I can never be me, only to be a version that you want to see.
Judged at every turn by eyes that pierce and burn, ripping deep into my soul,
Being forced to hide daily who I am begins to make me weak as it takes its toll.
There is nothing wrong with me, the only problem is the one that lies only with you.
It is this world that is screwed and messed up, always judging everything we do.
Society's permanent desire to judge rips away our happiness with its army of trolls.
We are told we are accepted as we are and who we want to be, but this is more lying,
I am convinced that over time, society gets a secret kick from seeing us low and crying.
Society presents us with a list of predefined labels and it is from that which we must choose,
If we fail to jump through their hoops and do their bidding then sadly it is us that lose.
The verbal jeers and jibes soon turn to spitting, fists flying, and graffiti soon applying.
I do not care if you like or even get who I am. I need not your permission to be me,
Every day I will grow more and more determined to find courage to make the world see.
No more will I continue to live your lies, no more will I hide away, no more will I be shy,
But even with my courage, I do not mind admitting that I still continue to hurt and cry.
One day, just maybe I can be give the real me a chance to shine. This is my silent plea.
Outside in the wide world, I have to put on my mask and my identity this does now rob,
Only feeling safe when back inside my home, my back firmly against the door as I sob.
Unable to be who I want to be or to express what I feel in case I become your next meme,
This world is intolerable, making us fear your next TikTok post, this is simply obscene.
Once again, it is the same beat of that constant drum beaten by society’s ghastly mob.
The pain it takes to hide and suppress my inner feelings and hide who I am grows,
I bow and bend to your rules but this really has to end and finally this chapter must close.
I am who I am born to be, this is me and not some silly fad or some transient phase,
Do not expect me to conform or change for you. My life is not some frivolous craze.
Learn to accept, love and, tolerate. My life deserves to be free and not hidden in the shadows.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey