No one hears me cry.
Even my mother beside me in bed.
No one hears my sob in the middle of the night.
I don't want to talk to everyone.
I'm afraid that they'll push me away.
I'm afraid they'll yell at me and blame me.
I'm afraid no one will understand, only one.
I don't want to be a burden.
I don't want people to deal with my own problems.
This is my own. I should be the one who'll take the responsibility.
Every night, as I cry, I am afraid.
I am afraid that someone will look at me and reprehend.
But all that's been said was done.
I feel the presence of someone I don't know.
He's pointing something to me.
It's creeping me out.
All I'm thinking of is how to escape.
But I don't think I can.
They're already everywhere.
Around me. Smiling.
I can't believe it, they're familiar.
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Cover Illustration by Agnes Cecile