May 22, 2011
My head is tilted against the wall
My back is pressed tightly against it
I scrunch my legs as close against my chest as I can
Sweat pours down my face
My heart is racing
I can hear it as loud as a drum…
I wonder if everyone else can hear it, too
Fear grabs me
“I am going to be seen,” I whisper to myself
Half relieved
Half anxious
But they pass
And I did not even realize
That I was holding my breath
I let it out
And I realize
I am no one
Which is why I blend into the dark so well
Never seen
Never noticed
Never cared for

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