A facade is all it is, a facade is all it ever will be.
This costume placed upon me by the standards of society to hide my inner being, to disguise my outward appearance, to dim the lights too bright to shine upon the eyes of the world, is strangling my soul.
I try to shed this outfit, piece by piece.
First goes the shoes, made of stone so heavy as to hinder me from ever taking a forward step on the road to success.
The pants go next, designed with the softest of material, extra cushion where it counts the most, no wonder I've been so comfortable just sitting on my ***.
Naturally I now begin to rip off the layers of jackets and coats and shirts, originally placed upon myself to stay warm and safe in this cold, cold world full of harsh words and even harsher beatings. All the while not realizing what I've been hiding all along, my heart and soul.
I now feel free enough to stand with my brethren.
I can see my skin, black as night, different from the rest but they still welcome me in, so I go.
I pull up a chair to sit at my rightful place at the round table, to finally join in the conversation that I've missed out on for so long.
But I can't understand the discussion.
These words that they speak, I cannot seem to make sense of.
I've been deemed as dumb and placed outside of the circle.
I've been betrayed.
But, just as I begin to plan my revenge, I realize the piece of clothing I forgot to remove: my hat.
My lucky hat, or so they told me.
I was told that nothing can penetrate it, however it is the exact opposite: nothing can escape.
My mind has been blocked, my thoughts, my ideas, all of my capabilities cut off from the world.
Once removed I can finally be free!
The rest of the group has now realized my discovery, their eyes fill with terror as they scramble towards me.
I reach for my head, they reach for my arms.