I am in a maze that has no exit, pretending I know my way around.
I am the cowardly attendant of the Emperor, pretending to see finery that was not even there because I am too scared to be different.
I am the quiet girl that waits until everyone is done talking until she gives her opinion. In her head. To herself.
I am slowly choosing to be an un-unique nonexistence.
No marks, no dents, no scratches, slightly used but in mint condition.
Just another speck of dust in somebody's eye.
A grain of sand in somewhere at the bottom of the hourglass.
That is who I am becoming.
And I am frightened of it.