In The Middle
Social things are hard for me. I never knew where I belonged in when I am not myself. I am comfortable being the person everyone expects me to me. In my family, I split my identity between black and white. In school, I split my identity between kind and cruel. Online, I split my identity between whom I wanted to be, and who I was not. It but a monster, and hated the thing I'd become. It was difficult to maintain the weave of deception, and in that tirade of self-hatred afforded me no real friends. I was alone. I had been alone for so long.