I am alone.
People press against me like a collar,
Tightening,
Choking,
Drowning.
But I am still alone.
So called friends laugh and goad me to spill my secrets,
Tightening,
Choking,
Drowning.
I am still alone.
Eyes bore into my soul, mouths wide as laughter buzzes about,
Tightening,
Choking,
Drowning.
I am alone.
Alone in my fear,
In my pain,
In my angst.
One question always bounces around in my head, never to be voiced, for, if you remember,
I am alone.
My question: “Was I always alone?”
One person answered this.
One person showed me I was never alone.
Not really.
One person asked me “why?”
Why do I panic?
Why am I afraid?
Why do I run?
Why?
Because I thought I was alone.
But I am not.
Not really.
I am still tightening,
Still choking,
Still drowning.
But my collar is loosening.
My no is gaining strength.
My shield grows stronger.
I am not alone.
I never was.
Not really.