To the World...(A Collection of Poems)

Lying About Myself

It's sad that I have to lie
about who I am
to satisfy those who would
never
be pleased
because the fear of rejection
overtakes me.

I pray to the gods
but keep my lips closed
for fear of my sanity
being questioned, hellfire eminent.

I do not create a place to honor
the majesty of Her Majesty
because I could be discovered
and
rebuked as a force of evil -
so I pretend on days
where weariness does not overtake me.

I recite names
that
I do not believe in
to comfort the people who
do not believe in me.

I do not tell
that I love the soft beauty
in soft curves and skin,
that femininity
makes me weak-kneed.
I do not say I adore sweet perfume
and
the thought of shy looks across a room.

I do not tell.
I cannot tell.
I am in a cage that
no one can see
hoping some day
that
someone can set me
free.