I am a sister, a daughter, an aunt, a student, a coworker, a friend, a survivor.

I have been a social pariah, a burden, a victim.

 

Watching those you love disappear

is an inexplicable feeling,

Trying to hide your pain

is even worse

 

Feeling alone becomes normal

for it is all you have know,

Trust becomes obsolete

when you have lost almost everyone

 

Failing to put on your face

becomes your biggest mistake,

When they know you are broken

things are much worse

 

You confide in few

knowing you may lose them as well,

After all a listening ear

may be a running mouth

 

All alone

you feel like a hollow tree,

The gusts of wind could knock you over

and cause you to break

 

You are the neck of a wine glass

stretched too thin,

Put under ten times your weight

hoping your base keeps you from cracking

 

Things change and you lose another

and hope for a miracle,

For you are being toyed with

and you wish for play time to be over

 

The point is, no matter how many or more of these things I am, 

I have suffered

and I am trying

and I am here

 

I am a sister, a daughter, an aunt, a student, a coworker, a friend, a survivor.

I have been a social pariah, a burden, a victim.