Fortress

I’m sitting on the kitchen floor, listening to the water drops dripping from the tap, and I’m thinking whether they already know or not.

Have they found out this evening? Do they really give it a second thought or they’re too busy with their own lives?

People who know you for many years, like your family and friends, they already know what you are, so being with them you can simply be you. But people who you’ve met recently, they know nothing about you. Therefore, being around them is more difficult because you don’t really know how to be… you.

There is too many questions, too many talks, too many odd looks, too much lack of understanding.

I know I am different, I can see that, I cannot explain that. But also I don’t want to change that. Force myself to fit in.

I am a fortress, I keep secrets inside.