Redacted, I live...
Too many scorned eyes
quick to judge and slander;
I escape into my shell
through the thick fog of unease,
editing and concealing
the iceberg that lies beneath
those shades of angst;
Creating a self censored image,
revealing only glimpses of
accepted norms and manoeuvres;
Veiling my deliberation with
the black illegible cloak of facade
from the boxed prejudices of milieu;
Redacted, I still live.
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