Tearing camouflage

I should not care
about the noise from the tv
about my parents seeing me
bout you not trying to set me free
bout me striving to be
someone better
someone worth
someone else.
I ache all over
like a monster inside a human suit
left to wonder alone
since the beginning
how to preserve the camouflage
when love wants to destroy you
and your thoughts and your faith.
Occasions have turned now into rhymes
without a purpose
a curse
spreading from your eyes
and your attire.
Can love break through walls
and retain some semblance of joy afterwards?