I walked

I walked bare through the crowd, silent and bold,
I’m naked, though I wear a sharp, tailored guise.
From the throng, I was cast away, cold,
As if in this world, I’d vanished, disguised.

I’m naked—too much; I lack even skin,
Peeling it off, I’ve shed what’s been me.
Though life without skin is tough to begin,
I’ve found myself still, in stark honesty.

In this rawness, a gift and a curse,
In it, I’m bound by truth's endless reign,
Exposed down to nerves, laid completely reverse—
The start of others, in their veiled disdain.

And there stands the crowd, one thought they all share,
In it, I see anger and fear as I pass;
Give it freedom, and it’ll tear me—unfair,
Not hesitating to pierce me with glass.

I’m not like them all, thus I’m scorned and despised,
Just as they disdain me, I dislike them too.
The crowd accepts none; I’m wholly denied,
By that word, hopelessness—sinking anew.

But still, I march forth to seek out my truth,
Shattering falsehoods like icebreakers bold.
Though lies hold sweet pleasures, a passionate sleuth,
Truth is the best of the evils retold.

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