Staring at a picture
of second-grade me
and my body language screams
what I feel right now and
every day that I am alive

Get me out of this skin
help me out of this situation
stop focusing on me
leave me alone
let me melt into nothing

I smile, tight-lipped
falsely and perplexed
in a shirt that is too hot
and on a seat that is
alien and discomfiting as
this worn workplace chair today

My how little has changed

My how little I feel.

IanAlex 28/5/2019