Stuck in the shadows.
A blur. Another face in the sea of highlighted, contoured faces.
Another face in the sea of bulging muscles and millions of Nike shoelaces.
Unnoticeable yet I'm in the spotlight.
A deer caught in headlights.
Took me by surprise.
And now I must hurry and put on my disguise.
Trying to race back to normalcy.
Trying to find a place to accept me.
Suicide.
White bandages hug my wrists.
No longer able to see the slits.
I try to explain but no one comprehends.
I look to society to try to make amends.
How did my tiger stripes become a trend?
Stare in the mirror and this is what I see.
Broken, scarred, and empty.
Warmth overcomes me, from my head to my feet.
It is pleasant, it is kind.
It is melodic, it is graceful.
It is powerful, it is beautiful.
I stand tall. Fearless in my mind, fearless in my soul.
I walk with purpose. I speak with divinity.
Norms no longer control me as they have been conquered and placed beneath me.