There's an acutely thin line
between the total lunatic fringe
and that which is acceptable

I straddle the line
without
much aplomb
I'm afraid
my feet
dangerously close
to the edge of a
precipice

not brave enough
to plunge
yet
not detecting
firm footing

where the "normal" people tread

saying I care not
what they think
I watch
with both longing
and
repugnance
trying to mirror
their ways
just enough
to preserve
my secret

I have preserved my secret

haven't I?