perhaps a year,
I have been struggling with being a part of this world.
I keep my mask up for everyone
when I am out in the ‘zoo’,
trying to be
as invisible as possible
without causing panic for those who would otherwise be concerned for me.
But as soon as I am alone
It is so painful to be
I am not about to do ‘anything’.
I am woefully scarred, not suicidal.
I promise you.