How is it possible that I’m still alone in a room filled with people?
Why do I feel myself still have to force a smile or laugh when I know the joke was funny?
Why do I feel so out of place with people I’ve know for years?
Could it be just that? That i know then all inside and out but know have yet to crack the surface that is me?
I’ve become an acquaintance with the beast inside.
The real question is if they peeled back layer by layer and dug deeper would they except the beast I truly am or turn their backs on me?