//FUELED BY BAKSO

My knees shaking, 

my jaws clenched,

my fingers fidgeting.

As I step forward,

under a big sign showing where I was,

being the only one walking to the end of the building without uniform.

My mind telling me that the unfamiliar eyes are diagnosing me from a simple glance.

My anxiety flows faster,

my heart feeling as if its reaching turbulence.

My first encounter,

information of me read out and passed around,

I felt naked,

stripped bare of the bars of my own security.

A part of me wished I was normal,

this was just a big mean thought occupying the spaces of my brain,

whatever normal was.

A part of me wished it was a flaw in my system,

so all of this becomes clearer, 

so it made more sense.

But the clarity I once wished for becomes more of a clutter.

A clutter that I can not sweep under the rug anymore.