Black, White, Or Gray? Poem by Gule Rukhsar

This world is indeed a gray place, where the line between the good and the bad blurrs more often than not. However, this society has established this distinction between people and their traits... Good and bad. While as humans, we are by default neither good nor bad, but to make meaning of our existence, our society has created a line between the two and I find myself at the crossroad between the two. In order to be a part of either one, there are pieces of me that I need to hide but how do I do that when all these piece combined make me who I am... But then this dilemma leaves me placeless... Where do I belong? And I would like to think, everyone around me is the same with maybe some exceptions. However, they choose to hide such parts of themselves forever and that's what I fail to accept. The more we hide who we are, the more fuel the hidden parts get to burn in even higher flames. P.S. In reference to the society I live in.