Who are we?

This is not my family.

All around me are strangers with cold eyes

and poison dripping from their tongues.

There are warm people, kind people,

but not enough, and I’m scared.

This is not my home.

I am not safe here.

There are so many people, all strangers,

and it’s dark and cold and empty.

Who am I?

I don’t know, but I don’t belong here,

here where there are invisible webs of relationships

stretching back years that I wasn’t part of.

I’m a foreign creature in this ecosystem.

I’ll just mess things up.

So if I disappear, it’ll probably be for the best.

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