Dust

sometimes i take a shower with the lights off because i hate seeing myself in the mirror.

i hate that i was born like this, and i hate that my parents just wanted a kid who wasn’t broken and what did i give them?

i’m tired of people being afraid of me.

i’m tired of feeling like a liability.

i’m tired of feeling like a bird with a wing that broke and never healed quite right. 

i’m tired of feeling like a tourist in my own home.

i don’t know how much longer i can do this.