They said, out of concern,
“Don’t be too different—
But also be you.”
How do I do both
When they are the same?
To be myself is to be different.
To dim one is to **** the other.
So I stay silent, still—
Caged by the image they built of me.
I want to rise,
Put people in their place,
But I’m scared—
Scared to shatter
Their carefully crafted illusion.
So I freeze.
My inner diva
Glitters behind glass,
While I nod, polite,
And shrink into safety.
Only a few
Get close enough to see my rage—
The irony?
It flares at them the most.
Because I trust them.
Because I can.
