Yes, I am alone. You think I’m beautiful? But you Have no right To think Of me. Leave me Alone And unharmed As others do. I want to be Solitary In this crowd Of strangers. I choose to look Haughty, Strong and darkly Independent. I must appear Hard and angry From the soul out. So when they look These people Cannot see Past my mask, Cannot imagine What’s Under my skin, Cannot feel My fear, My souvenir Of that stranger, That one Unexpected stranger Who meant me Harm.
Written by Margaret Mair Painting, original art by Margaret Mair