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.