From the Depths

I see your stares
And all of your faces.
I have seen the blood
Run from beneath your skin
Should someone call you out.
You live in a fishbowl,
And you have become
Far too accustomed
To the absence of flow.
When someone stirs the water,
You know not what to do,
But fear sets in
That you may never figure it out
Or worse
That you may have to readjust
To your own habitat
Which you have already adapted to,
Swimming in the depths
Where no one would notice you,
Where you would not draw attention
To yourself and your differences.
You have grown to be so good
At hiding them from everyone
And yourself
That you no longer understand
How to embrace them
As your own.


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