This is who i am
Hiding behind a mask,
  my face.
scared.
of the true reality
of my own profanity
cowering.
from my own personality,
for my own brutality,
is hated by society,
hidden behind closed doors and
false realities,
fearful.
of an ill defined normality,
only escaped
by a false sense of security,
the
downed pills and
drowned bottles,

this

Is who I am