I pull my sleeves down
And avert my eyes
I stare down at my shoes
Or up at the skies
If I don’t see them
They don’t see me
I am invisible
And I am free
I don’t exist
If no one cares
I love my silence
And I hate stares
I make it home
Where all is safe
I’m surrounded in darkness
This is my place.
@oswlek Feb 2022
This is stunning. Most of these types of pieces come off as whiny and overly self-involved. But you lay yourself so bare and use such creative imagery that this is pure feeling.
Something just fell out o the guitar that I think is a great match. You haven't complained about "Clear" yet, so expect another one.
@evandiem Feb 2022
This is a great clear series of images. I know that the speaker doesn't want to be seen but you as the author make them very visible to the reader. Dealing with the anxiety of just even being outside can be so overwhelming and putting on the blinders to get home is super relatable.