I was sick of it.
Sullen. Depressed.
A mess.
Resigned to being lonely,
And reaching all the same.
I saw pity in eyes,
Texts,
And extra-long hugs from those who haven't really hugged me in years.
I still tried.
I danced.
I smiled.
I laughed and loved.
Fun was so foreign,
And there I was.
It still all feels fake.
Am I important?
Doubtful.
Beautiful & disgusting.
But I must be,
So I embrace it.
I sacrifice my clarity
To keep grip on my sanity,
And I be myself-
Alone.