I am.
Trapped in a world I in which I feel I don't belong.
Playing all the parts that everyone needs me to play.
Provider. Leader. Husband. Friend. Colleague. Human.
Observing people and wondering where I belong.
They all seem to know where they belong.
I do not.
Do they see me?
They do not. If they did, they would look away.
Yet, there is a light.
I can see it. Sometimes I can feel it.
It's beautiful.
It's a part me of me.
A part that that can't be shared with anyone.
They cannot understand. And choose not to.
They are scared.
Afraid of what they don't understand.
That is the world I live in.
My joy is equal to the depth of their disgust.
Yet I seek a path through what feels impossible.
No one wants to know how this feels.
I don't like how this feels.
