Our truest enemy
Much like our most devoted love
Have but one thing in common
They know who we are
Without the politically correct
Societal masks we wear
Trying ever so hard
To actually morph
Into this facade
But never
Ever
Succeeding
This crude raw knowledge
Is precisely
What sets the stage
For the immeasurable love
Or
Murderous hate
In which we feel
For those very few
Whom we know
Unmasked
As a forensic analyst knows
We leave traces
Cookies crumbs
Of our authentic self
In every thing we do
Every post
Every photo
Every comment
Every footstep
Tis better
To be authentic
All the time
Never having to turn
Off or on
If
You can be
THAT
Honest with yourself
If not
Keep wearing your societal mask
Your self imposed chastity belt
But do so
With the knowledge
That evidences of self
Are being scattered
Behind every move you make
