And it's a fine thing.

I wonder what it would be like

to wake up as a nicer person.

Kindness seeping out of every pore. 

A normalcy that was never meant to exist 

persisting in a strange fashion because 

I know that I've only looked like a kind person

as an attempt to hide everything like a thick curtain.

The point is moot, but I never cared too much.

Like carefully taking off a bangade is

far more painful than tearing it off, 

it'd have been so much easier if you'd have found out for yourself. 

I should have never let you in.

I was okay with being one thing amongst others. 

Having people see me is a thing that I never dared experince before.

It is exactly how I feared. 

My knowing of self is far better than anyone else 

guessing at what lies behind my eyes. 

The depth of any of my bullets was my business and mine alone because 

I never needed the pity of anyone. 

I never ask for help, 

there's a reason. 

If there is no knowledge of a problem,

no one will need to try to find a solution,

because I know that none exist. 

My reserve is all that I have left.

Lashing out with any and all of the ice that I have left,

you no longer have me on your mind. 

In mine,

I do not matter to you at all.

I will not say goodbye becase I never knew you.

And it's a fine thing to have never known me.

Human Dignity + Compassion = Peace.