People say that once a problem is over,

once the therapy ends,

once you're out of the situation,

when you're at peace again,

the anxiety goes away.

 

I want to know how they came up with that.

 

The world I live is a farce,

and the things I say back that up.

I despise the fact people try to parse

themselves and me into groups.

 

Labels are important to understand yourself,

at least for some people like me,

but putting people on to a shelf

and telling them how to live...

 

That isn't something that has ever been good for me.

Or anyone I've ever known.

 

Look at me.

I'm not prettier, smarter, or funnier,

than I needed to be.

but I am all those things.

 

It doesn't change the fact that every 

single damn time I talk to some people,

or fail to finish some task deftly,

or even look too long some random person...

 

I feel just like I missed five steps on the stairs

going to a presentation with the president,

on how I shall be punished for my affairs

while standing on the edge of a building.

 

There's nothing quite like it.

And honestly, could you blame me

for asking you how to hide

in plain sight?