You
You
Deceptive as a clouded backwater pond
Hiding all secrets beneath the surface
And confusing the migrating crows.
With untold confessions,
Deeper than the greatest trench;
Yet fakely clear as sunshine,
Masquerading as the true light of a full white moon.
Still lying to all,
Yourself included.
Why
Am I forbidden to help?
Will you not allow me to see
The genuine you?
Will you forever hide
Beneath
The labels and stereotypes
Beneath
Fabrications of
You?