Societal Morality 

Across the room,  
their eyes met—  
pure, unveiled hatred.  
In that nudity, no shame.

There I stood,  
a mere spectator;  
pity or loathing—  
unsure of my feelings.  
Emotional control absent—  
unfit for society.

Yet, in the night,  
drifting into sleep,  
my mind rebelled:  
they were honest, unafraid,  
in showing what they felt.

When last did I find  
the courage to show  
what I feel?

And the ghosts crowded,  
danced and chanted—  
“Hypocritical Evil or honest Devil,  
what do you want to be?”