The Balance

Show people only your strength and they will feel threatened. Show people only your weakness and they will pity you. Show them some of both and they will know that just like them you're human. A soft cacophony of emotions. A raging whisper of duality. More alone sometimes in the presence of friends than of strangers. Because those who know me, whomever they are, know what I am. I don't want them to possess this knowledge. And if I could I'd wash it from their minds the same as I do from my own.

To know me is to pity me. And to feel threatened. Because both sides cannot show at the same time. I am bisected. Split right down the center every time someone comes near.

While alone I am whole.

And try as I may with this alcoholic adhesive to keep these two halves together in their presence, still it always loses its grip.

And I am pitied. Or I am a threat. But still I'm not human.