The thoughts and feelings that race through me each day;

Ones I wish I could make others understand.

The thoughts and feelings I long to utter to a soul who relates.

Day by day I become more invisible;

More misunderstood to everyone around me.

Thousands of uncontrollable sensations I wish would go away

And take me with them.

Feelings I can’t control with Ativan, Clonazepam, or sleep.

I’m either floating on air or walking on nails most days.

Like Harry Potter’s,

My invisibility cloak has become a part of me

Whether I like it or not.

My inner self is the only person I can talk to most days;

And she’s my biggest critic of all.

God, I feel so alone.

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