Trial

Judge and jury on my heart

As if you see inside.

But you know nothing of my art

and nothing of my pride.

On trial by eyes every day

Living lies in every way

Many suffer to be what others want to see

but all I want is to be me.

If I am a kind and gentle soul

Why have I earned your hate?

Just because you social mores

are things in which I don't participate?

Photo by:  KateAnnexTerrasochi