When...

When my introversion is taken for snobbishness, my habits deemed as my definition, when I am applauded for who I pretend to be, forgotten for who I am, when I am expected to do what I can't, unexpected to do what I can, when I am loved for my weaknesses, despised for my strengths, when I am respected out of fear, feared out of respect, when my prayers are taken for blasphemy, my profanations deemed hallowed, when my verity puts me to shame, my lies fetch me fame ......It is precisely at these moments when I feel cathartic happiness at the fact that I spat in the face of morality.