Sore Feet

“Yeah. I want to get away, but there’s no other way than “This Way.” Am I supposed to simply go to where everyone else is heading? Can’t I simply stop for a while? My feet are sore.”

–Anonymous


Little do they know, I wrote that myself. Maybe some other person has written something similar to that. But those exact words, I wrote them all. Anonymity sure is a convenient mask, huh? I’m afraid of being judged, so I resorted to attributing the whole damn thing to a ghost-like persona. It could be anybody or nobody. I may be nobody, but I just felt really terrible. And know I feel kind of guilty for hiding, for not showing myself. I’m still afraid that, maybe, whatever image they have of me it’ll just shatter once they see my vulnerable self. I don’t know. I’m confused. I want others to see the real me, but at the same time I don’t truly wish for that to happen.

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