Society is a deceiving portal.

I crawl through it with my lips shut,
Eyes closed,
Mind frozen,
And failure vital.
No matter how hard I try,
Everything I do always seems to be false and tidal.

We fight,
And he disparages me:
I am a worthless gene.
I veil myself with fabric strong,
Full of terror unforeseen.

He is a morally oblique soul—
One tainted by expectation.
With a mask on my face,
I see it is the only way
To avoid condemnation.

I dissolve in tears,
And I am reciprocated with sneers.
Life has been awful
These past few years.