My World.

I find it difficult to be vulnerable
It was seen as a weakness
Sometimes I am punished for it.
I need to be strong, they say
They assured me that it was the right way
They said the vulnerability is an abomination
Fear of voicing out my mind,
Was unacceptable, it meant nothing
Where hierarchy rules and the powerful decide.
Those that are hierarchically at the top,
Their wants and principles matter
I try to speak for myself,
I am named the devil's offspring,
I try to speak for myself,
But my body is graced with bruises
Then I go back into my shell,
A world of mine
Where all my emotions rage in full outburst
But caged by an icy wall I built from survival mode.
When I go into my world, I am a different person,
Full of life, vibrant with different colors of emotions.
As I get shut down every day,
I began to create a person that isn't me
A person with an icy heart
All emotions caged, morality absent
My conscience is frozen, not able to judge me.
Now I have become a problem in society.