I’ve allowed
These loose hanging garbs
To display my all
For the scavenging world

“They must truly know”
I slave to believe
“Their glares delve deep
To my sheltered flaws”

Yet these hopes are lost
In each devilish wind
In each timid draft
Of uncertainty

Before the vicious onlookers
The all-knowing droves
The judging swarms of kin

I’ve allowed
My heedless demeanor
To scream aloud
To unravel who I ought to be