Say something, I am giving up on me.

Who am I. why am I ? Talk to me, please let me know.

I walk through life wondering where I fit. The only solace I find is in escape. I am in this slip stream where I live less each day.

Others can’t touch me, because you never did. I am in smothering fear all the time. I want you to hold me and tell me I matter. Instead I drift.

The fear always there that others will treat me the same. I turn before they get to see in me.

You’ve left me here, I must turn to others.

Say something, Dad, I almost gave up on me.