You walk the road with those
you believe wish good for you.
Each step that you take
walking in the shoes they say
that invite acceptance from them.
Each word that you speak
learning from those who disguise
themselves as the most truthful.
Each glance that you take
through the shallow reflection
from the glass facade they wear.
Each smile that you fake
aching the skin around your mouth
to be a part of their world of acceptance.
You keep walking their road
wanting to be accepted by them.
Your hands shake holding the drink
you always hated, forcing yourself
you gulp it down your throat while
your heart gulps another regret, silently.
Your skin feels like an innocent prisoner
suffocating behind the bars built by the
self-proclaimed righteous who rule the
world of acceptance you want to be in.
With the same sound of steps and words
you enter the place you call home, that
accepts you unconditionally and lovingly.
You put off weight that you carried
and look at the mirror, showing the dirt
you foolishly picked while walking the
road taking to their world of acceptance.
You bend more to see the true reflection
of your contemplative eyes, insight-fully
and you realize that their shine has been
lost in the blurring iniquitous light they
throw on them only to mislead you.
In silence, you hear the cries of your heart
and you realize that the only thing that
matters the most is to accept yourself truly
in all shades of life, for every inch of your skin.
– Kritika Vashist