Camouflaged

Under a bushel, I hide me;

Afraid to show my light.

Careful not to draw attention,

I shrink in the world's sight.

A part of me only feels safe

When ignored or alone

I try blending in the background,

Terrified to be known.

Unwanted attentions found me.

Childhood traumas occurred.

So, being singled out, for me —

Torture to be endured.

Compliments make me uneasy;

Triggering shame within.

I'm waiting for the other shoe,

Or laughter to begin.

I daren't let myself relax.

I keep my armor on.

I runaway or people-please,

They call that flight or fawn.

I'm content to remain unseen,

Hidden amongst the crowd.

I need no fanfare for my work,

Or my name said aloud.