hiding desperately in a room full of chairs and tables, i don't understand the meaning of my hiding.
Until he appears followed by by his flock of judging friends...the ones that judged and condemned me forcing me to close in on myself. Yet, even among the growing crowd i know that i cannot hide. Sitting alone, trying to look busy doesn't help much when it comes to trying to avoid your gaze- but then again its not like you are looking for me. I can't call out his name to meet him. An outsider visibly hidden the only writing letters. I can feel the shaking starting up again, but it never really left the first time. I have always struggled to make that special bond with people, the friendship relationship. Even with people I am close to, I find i am unable to join them, let alone look up. Trapped somewhere between a lie told long ago and the emptiness of not knowing my own identity.
Perhaps i am just a ghost- living and breathing in a fractal world that only means something to you.
I stare at the floating ice shards and wonder if you can see the pain amongst the fear written in my eyes. As i walk past you I silently hope I remain a ghost.
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