My Authenticity
My authenticity
Is not a performance
Moral clarity is a blessing
And a curse
It’s inconvenient
It’s sad
I wear it on my face
Mask slipping
Falling
Ripped off
Thrown across the room
Here it is
I can’t hold it all
It’s glaringly clear
Your appreciation
Feels hollow and cowardly
Saying so much
And nothing at all
Everything feels wrong
Neutrality is an easy lie