White Tail

I wore the face of a deer

To convince myself that I was free.

Entirely embraced by the essence

Of eleutheromania.

But when it came time to leave,

To see the world

And all it had to offer,

I was halted by the headlights

Of oncoming hazards,

Unable to even cross the first road.

Blinded.

Scared.

Masked in misconceptions 

That I will ever be anything more

Than a fawn in the forest.