Judging

Pillaged by insecurities within,
Often I’m weak and numbed by self-doubt.
Truth would be a marvel to all who
See me merry without.

So perfidious the mask,
So set the mask I wear,
That should I face a mirror,
Out, a stranger should stare.

With you, I did not pretend.
With you, my mask melted away.
With you, the dark recesses of my mind
Could see the light of day.

‘Twas reassurance I sought,
The aplomb of an eagle’s flight,
The quiet confidence of feline grace,
Oh! To be a sovereign, assured of his might.

Alas, but you think me essentially frail,
And a little ridiculous, perhaps
That I turn to you quelling my pride,
And seek your comforting clasp.

“This I surely can’t have, and that I simply won’t”
This, you impose on me, and that you depose.
Oh, to be able to rage, reflect or grumble,
Without Judgment’s harsh riposte.

I thought that I could breathe with you,
I thought you would let me be me,
I thought, perhaps you were "different",
Ah, how daft could I be?