“Me” by Atticus Elsass

The crickets croak like dying dogs
I sit alone.
Nothing to help me
I was nothing.
Nobody believed me when I said I was
normal,
That I thought the same way
I turn on the lights
I am exposed.
I am me.
Then I am shamed and shunned.
Until I decide
that hiding me is for the better.
And I know what I have to
do.
I tried and tried to ignore,
Hate, and fights galore
I am pushed around
as I hear that cricket sound.
I am not alone.
But that doesn’t change anything.
In fact, it makes it
worse.
Knowing that others are facing the
same.
I must hide
Until the crickets recede
And I can be free
as who I am.
I turn off the lights
and curl up and wait…

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