autotelic, autistic, assonance-hole©.

As it is

I detest the masks
Those who insist I’m not heard
Unless I wear one

It can be a strain
To be other than we are,
Dressed up with deceit

I prefer a world
Where honesty’s not a crime
No pussy-footing

My genuine thought
Has no intent upon you
Only to be heard

No wish to deride;
There’s no ill motivation
In being myself

Take this as it is,
Not as you fear it might be;
Save us both the pain