like im shrinking
in solitude
with the misunderstanding
of all the basics
of who i am
by all those
that should know
at least
the basics
of me.
and the lack of hand in mine,
the lack of heart or thought
posts again,
nearly dead
assumptions
of what i never was..
and yet here i am,
just what i always was.
which is useless
and painful,
if no one can ever
see me.
that’s all.
