My mind starts ticking.
I click publish and wonder if I made a mistake.
Everyone knows who I am.
Depressed, self-loathing, suicidal?
But no one knows my face or voice, my height or my weight.
They just know I'm a sad soul like they are.
I get a message from one of my online friends
I know her in real life and she doesn't know.
That one of her classmates is wolf in sheeps clothing.
I wonder if she knew who I was, if she'd tell all her friends or be too embarrassed to share.
She has the same problems, were both the same but she has a reputation and I can't find one.