People smother me.
Tinkling laughs, excited murmurs, natural enthusiasm in social gatherings...
The layers of make-up on faces and silk clothes...
Everything.
It all ruptures the peace within me. Like a stone sending ripples over the glassy surface of still water, it shakes me from within.
I give plastic smiles to fit in, show forced enthusiasm to fake normalcy, engage in pointless discussions.
But when people aren't looking, I slip away.
I retreat to my secret place.
I leave places quietly, stiffling yawns, shrugging at the people who call me boring.
'Where have you been?' People ask me after they finally spot me.
I can never answer this question truthfully.
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