What am I, if not these terms outlined

Who am I, if I should be undefined

All I know, is what they told me

All I see, is what I tell myself

My words now sound like theirs

But in this place no one cares

To be here, is not to be there

Confirmed were facts untrue

Though deeply held

Thee, I knew not well

Yet to part ways I fear

I cannot bear it

When truth calls

And the mask falls

Away I shied from its revelation

Too jarring its proclamation

At first,

But a gift, not a curse

Time after time, at my hearth

Until clarity made free my earth