Sincerity

So where is the sincerity?

You see it when it serves you most
when you mean it
because you want it.

But what happens when you don't?

Do you act on your own accord
live your life
forgetting

or do you begrudgingly swallow
and for once
do for another
unconditionally?

How does the sincerity serve?-

you, and your face
or
others and your humility?

We all make the choice:
we set boundaries
and place people in and out of them.

We make judgments
and see if people pass or fail them.

We agree
feels good

We openly oppose
feels invigorating

We dissonante
feels agitated-

the itch unscratched
the phlegm in your throat

you know you nod
when your insides scream in retaliation

you know you laugh
only because of the discomfort

you know you are silent
because to disagree would cause a rift
in the soft
delicate
woven fabric
you have created your whole life
of you and your perception of being.

You want to be respected
accepted
perceived and
received

but in moments when outnumbered
do you risk being dejected
for sincerity?

Or do you continue to sink
safer and safer
away from you conscience
in the populace
in the numbers
and keep drifting?

Where is your sincerity now?