I do sometimes…you know.
I forget I’m a person.
I forget I have needs.
I forget to take care of myself.
I forget to work on my own problems,
because I’m too busy thinking about someone else’s,
and worrying that they are alright.
If and when–or even if I actually did meltdown,
no one would ever see it.
I’m just not that person who needs an audience.
No need to unpack,
I don’t have any baggage anymore.
Continue on…alone but never, ever lonely.