Time For My Soul To Rest

I don't even feel like I'm a real thing.

Part of me wanders,

Lost,

Confused,

Around people.

I'm there but I'm not,

Playing hide-n-seek with myself.

Like a ghost.

I may touch things,

But my impression is brief.

Hidden until I'm not.

Terrifying once I'm discovered.

Hiding away,

That's what I do best.

Maybe that's what I'll stick to.

I'm so tired.

I think it's time for my soul to rest for a little while.