For the world to see, How I breathe.

It's been fascinating.
To watch how people around you direct their fears.

I had joined their parade.
Starved myself with hopes.

I was painfully pleading for my guilt to leave me.
When they were struggling to call my name.
As faults were waiting for the final greet.

Stumbling, tearing and moaning.
Have I done enough to be with them?