it's not just a force field
but I'm also con-cealed
by con-men
and even less than the ghost I thought I was to be
because they didn't just not see me, they ignored me
I was blind to myself
They're all players
caught up in a game of contesting rules
different from mine,
that sought to be respected
when they thought mine didn't matter

my mind didn't matter
in that time, in that place
or in any time, any place

Forced into hiding by a robber of joy

Hostage of the silence that only seems appropriate for

that girl

who seems to be okay

and we'll assume she's okay

since it looks like she never asks for help,

even though she probably just doesn't know how.