I should be scared
When I’m alone.
I should block all the windows
I should hide in my room
I should turn all the lights on
I should do
Anything to make me not scared…
If I was.
But I’m not.
Instead
I am blasting music
I am singing my guts out
I am running around the house
I am being crazy.
I am doing things I cannot do when people are home,
I am being me
When nobody is looking.
I am being me
When I do not care what people think.
I should be like that around people
I should be myself around others
I should be who I am without caring what people think.
Then
“I’m home!”
Fun is over?
Not even close.