Full of secret thoughts and revelations,
Hidden from view in secluded closets,
Sordid dreams and perverted dramas,
A representation of the darkness within,
The side that no one wants to visit,
To leave alone and try to forget but can’t,
A mounting pain that rubs against the stomach,
An unhappiness on the verge of exploding,
Locked in the discontentment of the mind,
Scraping the walls with sharp fingernails,
Bringing in the outside to the table
But not tasting or ingesting it,
Bringing pain to the well-being of the stomach,
Living in the truth of the mal-adjusted,
Increasing the pain of pent up secrets,
Of discriminating sins and perversions,
Devising a plan to alleviate the discomfort,
A dream of reaching the threshold of freedom,
A soothing exodus and a temporary disaster,
But leading to a long lasting contentment,
A courageous, voluntary, essential mission,
A comforting feeling after the anxiety subsides,
The arrival of the perversity to the normal world,
A freedom of the mind and desires,
An alienation from the present world,
A frantic search to escape from the loneliness,
A secret world in search of another one,
A successful mission accomplished,
A finding of the oppressed just like you,
A blending in and becoming one of them,
A rebuilding of the self-esteem again,
And a re-adjustment to a new life,
Such is the mission of the oppressed.