What Happened to You?
Some days the stares feel like daggers and I don't feel like being polite or focusing on making them feel at ease because all I want is to be left alone. To blend in. To not stick out. To be invisible. To not be asked, "What happened to you?" from strangers' stares and inquiry after a two second encounter. I don't want to be seen. I don't want people to watch me deteriorate.