Hiding.

My refuge has become my cage. I am confined to my safety zone. Scared of the outside. Eyes penetrate no further than skin and I am judged not by who I am but what I look like. I am to you who I appear to be. Only in my confines do I feel free. My comfort zone has become my only place of safety.

I am a caged animal whose cage door is constantly left open, but I am scared of the world that has no bars to protect me. No curtains to shield me from eyes. Eyes in sunknen eyelids burn my soul more than the sun ever could. I am a bird who cannot fly, stuck in a nest high above the crags. Out there I am a fish out of water, a rabbit in the open with no burrow. A mouse cowering in a corner, out there I fear the act of survival.

...And yet I would not be a slave to my own fears. I would not give the satisfaction to the narrow-minded, I would not back down from the fight, I would not be ruled, because I am my own. If I were to allow your belief to break me, I would have already lost.

But; I have no intention of losing, I'm far too stuborn for that :p