Hiding

Hiding; hiding for fear they will identify

Who I really am; they can see all the signs

I can’t be me because of hate and discrimination

Hard to believe that in the free nation

People have to hide for fear of being found out

Truly a sad state of affairs without a doubt

Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness

Only apply to a few good people I guess

For me, those words can’t ring true

When they are merely words

When societies perceived norms are disturbed

People become hostile, arrogant and rude

Not stopping to think that we are people too

They ask questions that no one should ask

So I try to fit in – put on a mask

But that doesn’t work it’s too hard a task

So I am just me; yes it is true

I will not conform or obey your rules

I will stand with my head held high

And I will be me until the day I die