i am the perfect target
daylight sparkling off my teeth as i laugh too loud, sing too deep, be too much.
i’m easily noticed
as i walk quickly, with purpose, fidget constantly.
i’m the “perpetual victim”
“nobody will ever believe you, drama queen.”
i’m the one you never think about
always there, sobbing into my sleeves.
you don’t like to think about me
because to do so would be to admit you are part of the problem.