The Impact Of Inferiority by Heidy Schmidt The naked truth is the final trait of reality. Once, proud was I. As strong as an ox. As compassionate as a priest. As understanding as a therapist. I have succumbed to the lowest form of humanity. Courageous in my world of lies, my faith being deceit. Like partners, I have intertwined you with me, creating spontaneous combustion within my conscience. I have worn myself out by running from the truth. And now the mirrored image haunts me. I am without speech, for my words are offensive. I am without sight, for it is clouded. I am without heart, for it has hardened. I am without sound, for it has muffled. I am without soul, for it has drowned.