Oh Pernicious People-Pleasing,
Ever-churning, anxiety-inducing,
You lead me down paths of fear,
For your name’s sake.
You whisper questions that leave me doubting:
‘What will they think?’
‘Can I really say that?’
A slave to the grins and grimaces of a stranger,
You promise acceptance,
but give me isolation.
I am alone,
unknown by all.
The awful burden of a chameleon’s curse:
Never rightly perceived,
Never truly heard.
My tongue is stuck and my lips are frozen,
I’ve bought your lie again.
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