The days are long and hard.
They drain every drop of energy in me.
During that ride home I feel so empty, lifeless.
People, Voices, Faces in the crowds.
It’s all too much. Too much stimulation.
Too many worries.
Too much anxiety.
They’re all looking at me.
They’re all talking about me.
They’re all judging me.
They hate me.
They want to hurt me.
Those are the fears that drag me down as I walk those halls.
I go through the day carrying that imagined resentment.
They don’t hate me.
They don’t even see me.
They don’t hate me.
I hate me.