I have learned to
keep my opinions
in a closet, since
they will most likely
be censored.
Not directly,
of course, but
so-called friends
may well disown me.
The herd represents
security for most people,
but for me it means
I could get trampled.
So, I’ll stay in the closet
alone, pretending
it’s my own meadow
that no one can visit
without my permission,
but the assholes
always enter anyway.