I’m Hiding

I’m hiding.

I’m hiding from people.

If I go back down stairs they might ask me questions.

I am in a dark room.

I have my headphones on

(noise cancellation, of course).

And, I’m scared.

I’m scared of the people who call me family.

I’m scared of the people I call friends. Not because of anything they might do.

They aren’t overly aggressive or mean.

They just… well…

they’re people… and people are scary.

They trigger about everything that is possible to trigger.

And, for me, that’s a lot!

So, here I am.

Sitting.

Hiding,

in a dark room.

at a party,

From people who call me family,

from people who make me scared.