I lie here on the ground in somewhat of a haven.
I am not safe here.
I am not in danger.
No one is against me.
No one is against me.
I think of my problems.
I think of their problems.
I think that they have problems.
We all do.
No one in special in that.
I refrain from crying.
I do not know why.
I conclude that I cannot cry.
I lie here in silence.
I am calm.
I am saddened.
I cannot speak clearly.
I stay here.
I do not show my face.
My face is torn and still.
I am supposed to smile.
I cannot lie.
This moment is long.
I am pained and unharmed.
I do not listen for long.
Those words are not for my ears.
Those captured are objective.
I did not mean to listen.
I am dramatic.
I lie here on the ground
In silence
In fear
In sadness
In incompetence
In doubt
In pity
In dread
Because I do not want to share.
They want to smile.
They aim to smile.
They work to smile.
They deserve to smile.
I cannot take that away.
With every encounter
I am contagious.
I infect them and they hurt.
I should not touch but I do.
I should not touch anymore.
No one is against me.
I feel alone.
I feel misunderstood.
I feel trapped under the debris.
I am vulnerable.
I tore down my walls.
No one asked me to.
I contaminated them.
No one asked me to.
No one wanted this.
This is poor timing.
I should keep to myself.