Sometimes I walk around Rideau looking around at the many people going about their day. I look at them and smile if they notice me looking but it almost seems like it became a game of who can look away first. I wish I could go back to when people talked to me. Where my smile enticed a small little hello. Maybe… Maybe i’ll be better one day…
If anyone could see me. See me as another person, struggling with the world. That… Would feel very nice. But people are scared… And so am I…