I look just like you. We are the same. I’m beside you when everyone is drinking. I laugh at all of the same jokes. But inside, I do not. No one notices. I continue laughing.
They see me but they do not see me for what I am. They see what they have heard. They see the rumors. What they think is not my business.
But I am not there, they see what they hear and treat me as such. Conversations become whispers, smiles become corner eye glances, hugs become waves.
My presence is known but not felt. In a room 5 there are 4. I am not there, I do not belong.