Hide, hide it all away, for expression
Is no more than the death of truth
And the nature of man; or so we have
Been told, moulded at ages younger
Than we care to think back to.
Be yourself at dire risk of being
Understood, your anger, wonder, hate,
All are subsumed by that horror hateful
Which seeks to make us into toy dolls
Fit for no more than being show
Items in appalling condition, wasted.