never fit

by Melody Lin

the perspiration that plagues my hands is the only thing that grounds me.
they gaze at me, but not at me.
no one ever does, and that's what haunts my being,
subconsciously,
at all hours of the day.

confined to solitude.

I revel in the prospect, despite the innate fear I cannot control.
we're not supposed to be alone,
but it's something I've learned to juggle with cautionary confidence.

I can be alone and happy.
right?