thepeacockspeaks

The privilege of anonymity

is a beautiful thing

when you can speak your mind

and always get away with it

Along with it come certain tendencies

like a wicked streak concealed in mysteries

for none will know who it was who spoke

yet the words been said, a lasting blow

But when all know who has spake

you have to accept, cannot fake

For oh cruel this tendency

to bask in glory of victory

you bring out in me the need to share

to tell everyone who you hope cares

But out in the sun with no curtain to hide

you must gracefully reconcile

for now they know who is behind those words

and now you stand on a double-edged sword

For in anonymity my thoughts flowed

liked an uninterrupted stream downhill

but now I check my every word

can my writing be truthful still?

But I continue to write my heart

for my pen will not let me stop

so many things I have to say

Think whatever they may

I would like to thank my dutiful friends

who pulled me out of the shadows

for now I fear nothing again

especially words like critical arrows

It will only make me responsible

for now I know I am accountable

for the words I speak hold some brevity

I am no longer in anonymity