What's the point in leaving if I wasn't even there in the first place I don't like loud spaces, I don't like feeling like I can't look someone in they eye because I know that they will judge me and talk about me as if I'm not present Strangers touch me and I feel like I've been stripped down to my skeleton They make a joke because they saw me staring into space They knew I was present They knew I wasn't even there What's the point in leaving if I wasn't even there in the first place