I'm afraid
Of
Eyes
Seeing me for
Who I truly am
That "they" might
Hate me
Because
I'm different.

I'm afraid
Of
Ears
That "they" might
Hear what I have to say
But
No one will want to
Listen

I'm afraid of
Hands
That "they" might
Make a fist or
Worst
Point a finger at me and
Single me
Out

I'm afraid
Of
You
The public is
Dangerous and
THEY have no time
To care about
My opinion
Only
"Theirs"

I have nothing to say,
But it took me all day
To figure it out.

Some days
I lie in bed
Over come by
A sense of dread
Lips trembling
But nothings to be said
Mind tries to get up
But my feet are bricks of lead
Breaking point is near
My hearts already dead

you feel like
soft autumn rain
underneath
amber streetlights,
while stormclouds
dance above
bringing the promise
of m a g i c.

as long as I don't talk about it , then
it never happened.

Somedays I'd just rather
be alone than being with people
that make me feel lonely.

Other days I'd rather be
alone and unbothered
because I want to feel nothing,
exactly nothing at all.

there was always a comfort,
fabricated as it may have been,
in the way I knew how bad it was

just by the footsteps