If getting dressed feels like putting on armor,
and if leaving the house feels like going to war.
If raising your hand feels like snitching,
and making a point feels like preaching to the soulless.
If a social life seems as beautiful as a Hubble photo of a dying star,
and just as distant.
If cat calls claw at you,
leaving your insides raw and bruised.
If flattery flies over your head.
If there is a scream trapped in your throat,
if a fake laugh makes you smile,
and trend-induced outrage makes you laugh.
If it feels like you have a bite sized hole in your heart,
like someone took a chunk out.
Then take a breath,
you are a impossible to ignore but go unseen,
you are a firefly on the walls of a tunnel,
a ripple on a still lake.
You are the truth.