Like a puddle once dried up
I am no more.
I feel my walls go up as you speak
And all I want to do is scream, but I don’t. I stay silent and hope to become invisible.
I hope you won’t see me and let me be because I can’t take it anymore.
I realize I can’t be around people too much. My introverted self-limits are getting shorter.
And even though you say I’m shutting down, I’m genuinely trying to keep sane.
Because I am tired of wondering if this is what they mean, and once something happens, please deal with it and let it go.
I can’t hold on to that crap too.
I know we’re not the same, and there is only so much I can do to support you before I disappear into my so-called shell.
I know quiet is all I want more than usual this week, and feeling lonely isn’t my issue if I know I will be at peace and breathe.
Because this week felt like a force so intense, I was drained and over-sensitive to the bullshit.
I nodded and drifted in hopes I would be okay, but the battle to relate just wasn’t there anymore.
And I am okay with that, but the space I will enjoy, and maybe the next time we’re in the same room, I won’t be forcing myself to run away.
Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes